Ask me not to die
I promise to open the door
When you call
Your oracle
I am the good sense
I am the thoughtfulness
I am in the little things

I would like to be loved
By you for such simple effusions
Regularly and not
Because you need something

Even though I am your oracle
I wouldn’t mind if somehow
I became your point of interest
So you might say to yourself
I wonder how he is
And show up

How sensitively situated
Is my heart
Grooming the universe
Bathing in rivers
So far away you could touch me

Part of me plotting   
Part of me forgetting
Part of me plotting
Part of me forgetting

I am your oracle
I signed up for that
A personal contract
Not always reciprocated

Like a pregnant island
North of adversity explicitly
Offering newsletters
For bettering instructions
To the shorts and the sweaters
You’re folding

I have decided an oracle house   
Is something that I can’t help holding   
In the right place at the right time
Come take your seat

My heart slides wide open with no
Reciprocation nor agreement

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

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