Ghost Birthdays
No matter what it is, there is nothing that cannot be done.
-The Book of the Samurai
you are waiting in a field
you don’t know who you are waiting for
but you know
when they arrive the wholeness of your life
will bloom
let me tell you what i’ve collected here: suicide
is not the choice to die
but the power to shape the days of those who love
you, in ways irreparable
& what we take from abandon
lives on in us
the weight of the world is grief
we cart around
loose nets of drawn time, we dip in
cast as stars across the universe
to sing sibling
from the crux of design the threads that carry
us never far
travel inside the auto carriers of traversed city, my love, for
ever is a word we pull up on the tongue without context
so much here convinces you to survive you must be hard
but this softness of our feral hearts, that drumming sound
ancient as the rock that floats us, this creature aspect
of open your palm and grasp what is given
this is how you swim
the length of any river in your passing: you take in
and you take in, the light bouncing off the surface blinding
& you, a miracle told into the story, without end
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