What's You & What's Me?

(I don’t understand your way)

begin is ending the time we spend blending
pretending to outward solace

depriving whole truths of thought
filled to the dim of consciousness

enabling the farmers of your soul
to drink the rich remember
of that blanket September apple

sap zap and clap
all together now
with violins and orchards

torturing the last
but not least
picture
of the two of us
not you and me
but our together soul

and the other

and you know who
comes striding across
your electromagnetic awareness
like eight tiny reindeer
chasing the caboose
of your last and only love