angst cycle (iii)
[ζ] (xviii)

how much
would you like
to make
what could be built

i’d like
the real
rome for real
not lego

what do you want
what might you do
to be there

i want us
to be in the same space
to work this through

i’m exhausted
my poetry is burnt

i find
i need
to ask

i hope
i’ve not

and if i have
please forgive
and talk

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