when I sought the numbering two numbers appeared

one I searched to find out what kind of magazines you searched for

which I could arrange and rearrange in numbers of washed-out chill willows

I saw that you were eating your lunch

saw that I was interrupting

and saw that you shut me out early

let the mission mirror you and allow its sumptuous revelry of light

if I peek don't tell me

you saw me peeking

this is a game of cupboards

my hands over my eyes in red arrangement

no my lids

something to cuckold

you wrapped me in the sheet of your lidding peculiar to me

in that it seems a motion to originate from the mouth

I want to step in

to glue the business of the machine

your mouth cuts against mine the desire I swallow like a tongue

just like a tongue to follow myself into unconsciousness

dust cuts a trail in wind and vice versa

on hours of waiting spread filth to interest

let the mission be the mirror I build a bridge to

so all can see so we whet appetites

fifth child of parents I race the young to the water

could you jump out of the two numbers I arranged earlier

like a hoop

or do you need three

could you search with me to find the magazines again

you told me you were busy eating your lunch am I interrupting

you are still eating lunch

I do glue the business of the machine

whether being lunched at or not I do glue it

I do create sentiment control the flow of song from your mouth

into my mouth then glue it shut

communication machining

you mouth me open when I shut down shut

shut and glue

do you see a way to cut my mouth open

without injuring your ability to lunch uninterrupted

I worry the waiting and spread the film of mouth on mouth the trail on wind the tongue the skin within me

the open mouth the open unconsciousness

we have two more years of wandering Mother

I harm so many of my spools of light against you

to find the magazines

define your lunch as something eaten without me

bothering my prodding

let the mission be the mirror I build the bridge from my mouth to your kiss to keep

blue glue kiss mouths

the keep of my mouth shut you inside my mouth

the keep of my shut mouth shut you inside

fifth child of my parents I want to assign an astronomy

this is a game of cupboards and where do you fit

do you wonder the string the yawn open

I get to be just and I get to be the string that tightens shyly

but complicit tight

what knot I ground myself against I found you sitting along the river

I found your face all scabbed with cringe

the flow of song from your mouth into my mouth then glue it shut

crowd out and clouds too of umbrellas

allow mirroring trestling

running its smile updown your face to dance not to sing to sly shoe

and presentations are wondering if I could be fifteen years of snowshoes in your garden

the keep of my mouth shut shy inside

bonking at the cupboard Mother

spokes pearl the lowground

I see your dust mixed in it

I took the easy pinch Mother could you answer

the string that tightens shyly

Mother can you snowshoe me back at your garden your garden its smile upsidedowning umbrellas

the minutes touch their hours

I want to build you my bridges

are you sure the muscle is hugging braiding the numbers