One lifts it it with one hand and issue an
"oof!"
it is
denser than you thought, guessing,
two hands gonna be needed:

to the light, hold, hoping for a peek inside,
inside hiding,
what's the weighty substance,
that provides the heft, intensifies the  
                                                           ­             volumuness

twist and turn, humming that tune, but sadly
no break, abcess, belly button hole to garner
an inner deeper peeker, to what's going on
                                                              ­                  downtown

been summoned to Wash D.C., assess the land's lay,
brought an ample supply of Hello's and Goodbye's
cause I walk & talk the-across-the-street talking
                                                                ­                  points

that's me, a puzzled neutrality, a Switzerland in America,
everyone whispers a profane preface,
course, you understand our
points of view and excuse our excesses of excited
                                                                ­                          language

suddenly realize this tension, this incremental sensation,
this mighty manual, is me
adjudged,  writhing striving strife, rife with rancor,
is my life
living in the mid, everyone expecting my honest
                                                                ­                        critiquing

and my total agreement, to the most egregious, either extreme
is the mean, what is, that they desire, spoke in not shouting tones,
givimg the appearance of agreement, without any admission of same

for what's it worth, no need to be words encompassing the truth,
that's why, it is so heavy, tho the center is an aerated hollow, heavy
is the faked heated air escaping, taking with it, freedom to run
                                                                ­                                         away, away