Proper Noun
I refuse to confuse
your name with
the face facing me.
Words sung
atonally as intoned.
Hearing your name,
I sound out
the syllables
found symbols
of round generosity
gravity impounding
a freer flow,
a flower without scent,
sent to breathe invisibly
a little while beyond.

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