Sunday, October 18, 2020

Return to Begin




i had to bring you back. 
to the first photograph, 
so you can see. as i see. 

the world dusty
stained with fingerprints 
the way everything human 
to me is trespass

collections of sound, the detritus of energy
all of which is to say: i cannot clear it away 

enough. this coupling, this charged center
the heart's core of incomplete

i would carry this wound in each iris
i would lens light to a trapping
tell me what i can't do is keep trying

like i will not surrender 
us

i will not be made to give over
in some easy gestures, told that miracles
are minor accidents, or try to swallow some 
time spent in between make and imagine

when we held the keys to every crystal chamber
the mind colluded to create in us

i would you whisper to me before we leave 
this place. at least once to delight me. 
use the words we chose in silence, tell me 
we did find something together here. 


 

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