Long-incumbent one, you’ve felt the back of me, the blush,
the cool and mute refusals:

                                                                 often hollow. 

Once you put your arms around me, lifted me and shook.
                                                                Had you ever heard a scanter rattle?

Lay me down, a lullaby.                       A spectral velvet yes ~

                            If you hear clairvoyantly,
                                                                      you’ll see:

                                                                      In sleep
                                                  a cosmologic music
                   works its way, like inkling. The ring of it

                                                reverberates in day ~

        Still it’s hard to hear the subtle differences in timbre,
with all the hiss and hue of
                                      waking thinking.