Divinations

Loved distinctly over-much,
I feel ambivalent force
     go twisting up me:
Winding in the narrow, living channels,
Either way at once
     at every junction;
Self-outmatching,
Indistinct,
But unmistakably itselves.

It issues, sometimes,
     quietly in the roofspace;
Suddenly, on occasion,
     from between

Embarrassment: polite detachment: love:

Like a bloody message
     running fiercely open;
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