23: My agent is in a rage. Imperfect
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & w/ use. 

A prick — my love’s epistemology scampers in transparent secrecy 
in such abundance I weaken w/ fiercer ideas to leverage your silent heart.
Listen to my eyes, please. 

My dumb mien may adhere to expressive rules, 
pleading w/ you, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always 

Your clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you, and act on my own might to speak —
To wit, I can read, hear love from your eyes.