Comes the true hart,
Come to eat the fruit ripe
And full, ready. She is ready.

I deal in possibilites not
Probabilities. - r.l.m.l.m.
You play at names
I blush profusely.
And the sweetest dreams
That come are the actualization
Of reality; diving in, eyes wide
In wonder, scared shitless.

It wasn't the state I absolved,
It was the union with incompataibilty.