i want to write and fully stretch
this waltz inside my head
but sit until the cosmic yolk waves
just to wave to bed
a 4
in 4
by 4
quartetted cyclic wrong
camouflaged lust
4am
april
a summer’s child’s singsong
i was born at 4 in later day
i’ve let four men walk through my head
and so the fourth of course would leave
his fourth girl ultrared