in exclamation o! poetic, your rhapsodaisical whimsy stings me silent

o! the time was measured in interjections
of sorrow sorrow languid
lush

in hush around dejections
akimbo
moments move one sand
grain bimbo slow
this migraine sound rakes glass down
sound up-clomb by lines
by lines each sound lyricised
o light-limned climbs!

the friction of this pains us
varied planes, us countless drawn
through figures, from them dithering
dance
infinite steps

hither o! flick of flame and ache of smoke
of smoke and ache
intaken thus:
o!
o!
o!
there are signals on the air
i cannot read

so to be by you
a release
enchanting as a broken spell
there are some things that cannot
be exclaimed that well