MY STEADY, I STILL WAIT ‘TILL MY STEADY

I’ve seen one version, one worn

Forest green persian rug torn up.

As I fear, my interior walls

Took on a new look,

New paint.  And it ain’t my call.

She knows I’m in no position to oppose

Transition.

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I’ve a true aversion to all alteration.

Be remediable, & she won’t let all matters be.

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still   is our still.

Still, I’ll step…

Steady. (we’re steady on

When I step in

Our place

Our embrace

We’re too ready and

Willful, & we wish for

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to  stay  still.

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Let us stay in this stasis

This  ecstatic  stasis