As in as you’re showing up more. I got wind of it, put you in

Just to make you list as I’m from and form the periphery;
Say you’ll be back. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty
As we grow up in your backyard befouling young hearts
And minds, collating all the splinters into a pile, resetting
A fire by ourselves I hear (in my blanc head)...

As we consider more words in a big pax,
A pastoral: “How do I love you in everything,
And expect no help?”

Some word associations you need to whisper again.
(As in I forget now what you sound like.)