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Thresh: Hole
stand in the sound of angels
threshing like the palm fronds we painted
& held over our dead poured into the river
wherever grief channels its narrow
coursing, there we go & are, always
at the crossroads aware
come to me, find me untroubled
necklaces of skulls, i call each by name
must we always want to see more stars
in a doorway once, we stopped
& i took a picture of the wooden seraph guarding
i thought anything was possible between us then
we swim in never imagined nows, the landscape
of survive is can you breathe, can you breathe, can
you
we are dangerous in a way we rarely dreamed
now to one another, like i would sit far enough
away to feel you near me is a type of affection
to kiss is a poison, touching derangement
disordered of melody, the sound of us in the past
echoes so loud i lose sight of where we’re going
12.16.2020
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