A Sensible Poem

I have a view
of how I should see you
if I allow myself to distinquish.

I possess no dispute with it.
I desire to move forward with this

wonder at being able
to show all information:
I am alive,

I have heard uttered
a while ago before my time
in another mode,

as clever drifted over an era
seeming to shrink and become trivial,
longer extended, and oversized.

As the conversation I want to escape from echos in that room
as soon as the mouth is opened to condemn

prior to when I ever fell for love,
thirsting for external devotion.
yearnings do change over time,

and myself, I give respect,
and cloak only one thing.