Simple As One Two

One of your clairvoyances who could've
seen her way to speak       stared clearance through.
A New York scoping out instead of eye
contact.       No voice or vision, no called muse -

one of your sightings that would be a dream
if it cared, if it loved you more, kept you
awake asleep and fucked you woke with your eyes
resting in the open beyond what's seen.

No. One more of the feeling un-invoked
spoken out of these days' put you through
proofs before granting you speech       testifies
she is not the mouth of anything you wrote

these days.           ould've
                                ould've.

She knows the form, her tongue's just sharp and short of