1200
after fire
every mournful aspect praised
in a gloom of gone
you of the miracle still
more worldly than you ever were
after existence
matter yet
of all this world revolving
spun
in space
kept time
after
last breath
last beat
touch
should have done better
been brighter, you think
each of us comes too close to the sun
after life
there isn't
except that we are still
as from waking
so we dream
mistake the same word
for a rhyme
and here we are again discussing it
ways learned
throw all our words at the thing
it is thing to have been
return to corpse pose
love is the thing surviving, passed on
it's memory won't last
the scattering will still bring us
together
and we're not quite there yet
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