I left out all the thes (and every single and)

Want to know if we can be civil in providence,  
if we can lay down subtext,  
unsaid words between them,  
if we can cease, seize  
a moment to be reasonable,  
whatever reasonable means  
like not tearing down to soul  
in a severely public space,  
you can tear me down in a car park,  
in any alley,  
you can ressurect me under trees,  
pen between your teeth,  
I'm sure you'll also need resurgence,  
a revival in your gut,  
perhaps we can spit away our bile,  
create a safer ground.  
Or instead could we be calm?  
(My mouth not longing to meet yours,  
spirits still intertwined, a knot  
I'll never attempt to sever or unpick.)