The grey granite of big intentions has me in a worldly
crunch. Wobbling in time before time, we saw each other and ran towards life.
What innocence is it that I see inside my own head and watch microscopic sharks
thrusting everywhere without pretense? What rain and what kaleidoscope? Put
your hand in mine and we can sleep until the end of sleep. And small fingers come
through autumn. A little garden ripple and then quiet. No one moving, and no
one going to move. The them that we call us wavers and embraces--lost needles
finding their way to beats. And crumpled creatures, breathing tiny yawns of
singed relief. No one gazed the way we gazed that way, that day. All was a
subcutaneous tide of sighs. Water in me and me missing my cave. It’s too long a way to because. Because you
found a way to think the emblems out of dust. I was wrong and right, the way a
ship eventually goes down. Someone knows they should sing a song, and everyone
pretends to listen.
Odds & Ends: November 15, 2024
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