Ambience, I think,
is a romance
not a thing
between too much. Done
inside there
it goes
making something
it can't know.
Like two futures
wondering inside
some people,
neither of them
well blended.
What other reason
is there, artfully,
and more
wooing
than its modesty? --
The more I withhold
from eyes
inside hands,
the more
we're both led,
living, by something
bold. Face:
a translation
that wants both
seeings (far inside,
where there's us.)
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