Conjunction

1.  I Know Nothing

          I know nothing

about it, I am puzzled, there is

          a cold breeze

          (wizard, island,

     my half-willing port);

          I suppose your

unexplained tenderness is for my fear.

          Still in order

          the right breast,

     the left, the belly are acknowledged

          by your right

hand as you rise on your left.  I can't

          imagine that it blows

          for you as for me

     except afterwards in your belly

          when a chill draft

punctuates your afterterror, that now

          you've made me know --

          scaring, then holding me

     (seer, catalyst, departure's harbor).

2.  Because You Are The Blue Eyed

Because you are the blue eyed

man who knew the meaning of too

late before I knew that

you were the secret man

I am trying to have two

sets of legs one going

towards you and one away

because you are the knowing

joker these arms holding

you are one of two pairs

the other is folded

3.  Not Luck Or

Not luck or

punishment gave us each

other imperfectly, only

as flawed as we

are our conjunction

shows blemished, cleft.

Pertaining to one

another, own stirp

and foibled ilk -- devise

in synergy and league

with me some stout

accord of hunters, firm

and scarred as old hunters

-- scuffle, contend, take

pains!  How I sedated,

learned to feed and fat

instinct quiet, you

know, you colluded

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