She from Self...ish by Randy Moser

May I stand like a lucent form of gypsum in your hands to define
And I am carving
To some unknown expectation
So lost in admiration
Somewhere outside of the mean

“and I know she…
loves me…
Knows me after it all.
Yes, I know she Loves me after it all”

Still more demands me
To be fractured into pieces
Like stars hope increases
And makes the heaven’s face so fine
But, the moon he cries
For he cannot understand
The foolishness of men
And her silence all this time

“Still, I know she…
loves me…
Knows me after it all.
Yes, I know she loves me after it all”

Many man…
Came here to love you but you say…
Not a word
I can say, what did they expect?
They were carving without specs
Forming without hands

“Still, I know she…
loves me…
Knows me after it all.
Yes, I know she loves me after it all”

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