9: No form of you
Feels anything but unused, average, a spent, destructive sort of guilt, blandness also a problem.

Your world consumed by issueless fears in political experience / current status / win-loss =

Hey here I am! Staying single you and I may change our minds!
I almost forgot to.
Could we? ah! you and I are loved by many. I’ll commit in sleep ...
We are gracious, watched over and settled into a kindly almost unthrifty shifting
Still, but still enjoying practice, wailing, banging triangles and drums ...
your private voice is wet like children’s eyes. Look.

I wake [Ah!] — My own voice hoarsens
A life desire talking with you,
But no form of you.