Thought from the Verge

Thread me a moon
Through your ear
To my heart
Booming – that irregular
Jump – start tune.

Sink my flutter
Deep in the velvet
Depths of our kinned psyches,
Twinned by Chance
Across split wombs.

Crop my vagaries
Sage them trim.
With your sharp –
Wit – reason, order
My din into sound –
Bunked rhymes, chimes
Ringing, deft
In time.

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