This Because: A Countless Accounting

I lean to you -- alien man, leanest in prerequisites --- I lean, cured of vicissitudes, lion, but unbeleaguered of lions, allured to visit, to align --- alone, no lion alone, living, lying alone pleading love, the non-transitive balance, the coupling substantive.

I lean: little hill of dreams to sleep within -- hydrant of hope to spring afresh.

I lean out of the lawn sky a shy cloud of gray age from the sea --- I lean toward excellence, into mirrors reflecting upon you, into mirages of thirst to be first at your mouth than waters then enheartened.

The doorknob turns: tomorrow is a weight-outdoorway time ---

I lean, I lean out of the roomless no roommate mold of breath, breathless of tapestried misery, to otherwide rooms windowfilled -- thrill my history windless soul.

I lean, now over the barbs of balustrades, of barricades of isolation, out of feverish autonomy --

don't don't lean away.