ly

like a genie from the noisy chatter
you enter my frame
the whispers bubble inside me
and i try to calm them to be cordial
you know what i want
but it grows too tall
i cry in the palm of your hand
of wanting wantof pursed need
of stripped cover from your luminance
as it bakes me
please let me crawl into forgotten crevices
darkened with cruel mind inventions
leave me to utter memes of desperation
grasping at the sonic carrots of your day
i think i know how you do this to me
i wish to experience the why of it
the ache of what is not nextthe stillness of waiting
whimpering in the experience of intent
how can youhow can you nothow would you
how will you notwhy, when, how...gibberish comes so easily
yet there is so much more to say