you are my comprende

also tacit is the greenery in thought
this respiration of indulgence
the appointed hour

you finish my surface to reveal
its glow merely another depth
seen from projection

when the stream is quiet
we can see ourselves
and when we see we might be listening

a form of justice is in hibernation
yet the gratitude alleviates
the pain in seedlings

many hospices behind the attitude
direct us to the grape
and sadness peeled away

more fluencies treble their lit
carapace when an endowment
learns to fry

each of us a noun in waiting
hastens the descent of curtain
with its plush liner and weight

the semi-submersible sub she talked of
was her shining psyche
I am guessing and still sure (at once)