and so what if it was you
a naked heart in the rain
stuck in that liminal space
singing a name from before birth
our lives now half gone
remaining yet full of wonder
still I fixate as new words cauterize
as a day's memory shimmers like
a nickel at the base of the well
though we remain separate
inside the mosaic of the dream
dawn breaks like glass bottles
we find the sky lacerated
by the vicious tongue of time
& it is through falling ourselves
that we learn the sounds made
before water, the steam of bread
before the herb which lights
the limbic system
I sing the words now, the ones
I had promised you, I was always here
great teachers never say how dark dawn is
how a candle in the snow
across the empty universe
is extinguished by bodies breaking
disintegrating in the sound of touch
how we both longed for beauty
but persisted as shipwrecks
in forgetting the way blood leaves
like a cold hand parting
that last time & I would forgive you
nothing has been lost
there has been no cataclysm
the fountain rings with pride
how do you imagine
you heard my voice so clearly
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About the Creator
Timothy James Lane
Sea Ghost
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