Not this Island Music

I. What it was never      
     
                                                            
                                   (on J reading Robert Kelly)      
     
"And after luscious months of living they would say it's not so      
very different from what they knew."      
     
It was never the verse, but something thicker      
   dangerous to the finger; a bait trap      
of honesty foraged from a conformed colony by a dominant      
   drone possessing a new Queen.      
     
It was never the voice, but something tougher      
   sharper under the skin; tiny lancets      
a barbed stinger from a defensive maneuver pumping venom      
   through a corpuscle of blood and water.      
     
It was never the delivery, disoriented in direction        
   from an insufficient species of pheromone; some pulsing      
doubt of return despite having uttered these very words,      
   "Then we would see what all that nakedness was about."      
     
     
II. What it was always      
     
                                                                  
                                      (…on T listening)      
     
"Love didn't make all the difference we thought it would."      
     
It was never the reader behind the words.        
"Nothing can ever be very different from what we know      
[beyond this very moment]."  We've done it all before.  
   
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