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Poetry Drafts / 5 June 2021

You ask me for my index finger
I offer you my further
reaching，

You ask for more and more of
same, of sameness, kindness and
the final shiver,

You ask for careful kisses to
sooth your aching days
away,

You ask for answers given
in the margin of the book
unwritten,

You ask me for a singularity
And I -- I said

No

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.