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I’ve watched you long enough,

I can speak to you any way I like —

I’ve submitted to your preferences, observing patiently

the things you love, speaking

through vehicles only, in

details of earth, as you prefer,

tendrils

of blue clematis, light

of early evening —

you would never accept

a voice like mine, indifferent

to the objects you busily name,

your mouths

small circles of awe —

And all this time

I indulged your limitation, thinking

you would cast it aside yourselves sooner or later,

thinking matter could not absorb your gaze forever —

obstacle of the clematis painting

blue flowers on the porch window —

I cannot go on

restricting myself to images

because you think it is your right

to dispute my meaning:

I am prepared now to force

clarity upon you.