For the Teacher

Your place is set As usual at the kitchen table. Side plate, saucer, cup. So when I watch the rain, You're not out in Full against The window. The wind Contending with you. Your things, Pictures, books, mere objects yet To be mere things. So often touched, And they seem in this balancing of china Almost enough. Am I all Right? Can you see it? It's so clear, Oh. When I'm all right. I burn into your eyes, All words and something. But these are not until you could allow yourself. I can see it. I can hear. Is the room first and then set you. Every street boy on this earth said, "I don't think it's gonna last." Works every time. Unanswered was the secret tongue. Shift your heart to make, to make, To make. Need to think you're destined. Can't refuse Stones on your heart. The river gods possess you. Enter this one perfect tension. Emptiness has one taste. And I Wanted to Ask you As much as I Ever want to. World on fire, This hotel room. So I Came here to ask you What you need me to do. God, you sit here in my room. And Sometimes I pretend like I don't Feel a Thing. Like I know You. World on fire, So tell me. When Hear You. World on Fire, so tell me. When