Planetarium By Day and Night Sky

I feel obliged to give help. My poem is written
in the tradition of poet e. e. cummings, and William Carlos Williams.

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planetarium by day and night sky

before seated any of we looked out into a prismatic realm
a crumpling thin plastic gulping down cool brown beverage
under trees someone left by accident you said play the third
or the fourth song I don't remember while I looked over by
the frame home for a cop car

                                                      we listeners occurred softly
then harsh dissidence from what happened yesterday a.m.
what happened then I remember a place just under your
rib cage under the satiny shirt you squealed stop squealed
stop no matter

                           moon half white then yellowed like fall leaves
turning pure soft gold you thought well what if no hell no no band
of  gold no butter ribbon waiting on a dying elm at night I gazed
out a window of a forty year ofd house

                                                                     better ourselves you
bettered you and I stayed behind some no one cared about
brown dog barked sometimes at cars availed by cars of new
people passing by the sandy lot a rented front yard you were
not even there

                            a different woman one not you at all  a down
pour cold cheap beers You dammit darling a future memory in
mind cells soul cells not awakened by the event horizon no

it isn't as if I (the great eye) was waiting for you to step into a
present known as now a time I don't know another year
steeped in a flowing great river of sky blue time.