I am wringing my clapper neck

To and fro two

Hands of mine gripping my neck

To toss fro and to.

Like a bell,

Swinging my waist with my shaking

Aching parts. My wood carved shoulders

Hold me together in one spot, so I can splinter.

Move but can’t move. Just my clapping and my waist, so I can fabricate to run.

And when my crown finally falls,

I lose it. The cannons sputter fire,

My lip quivers, wanting it to be

my yoke, Glistening with impossible joys

I’m so happy— I’m so overjoyed again

Clang again! scream clangs again!

The sound bow and my mouth crescendo

At all possibility except one. Two and fro

Two to one by one, one to two by too.

I can never be again with you.