From “October Sequence,” #17

What do you
Want of me from
Me what do I
Offer what is
Innocence gone stale
Am I an army are we
Joined what is
Our purpose what am I
To do why do you
Keep asking what
You need to know
To know is to cease
Learning the sole sentence
Works then goes away
The highlight lifts from page post
Pagination slow to hear
Yourself hear me
I am the derivation
Of experience belonging
To you longing to be
You and I absolve
Myself of your digression
Search and replace
The winter of our words

Sheila E. Murphy
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