A Still Desire
---------------------------------stephanie pope
I live in the flame of a still desire
I flicker there
A not-lived love
Shadowing these likenesses
Living beyond the ear of my own speech
I cannot hear myself and not hear
My self say that without hesitation
I ask--no plead for consistency
in an instance without constancy
Now who can I suppose flickers there?
Seems all I can do is suppose
Compose in the everymore
Which is nothing more than
No thing speaking like something
Whose meaning means a thing reflecting
Always more than just one meaning
Meaning of course, reflecting itself
Which could mean at once, opposing things
(and infinitely does)
She flickers there
Like the somebody
She isn't
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