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the emptying
clock where I was
all the world's daylight saved in it
dark where I am
and dark where you are
orphan and almost
that's who we are
it's the same word rhymes us
same night
it's all mortality
things surviving
strange continuations
a garden overgrows itself
a kind of pride
in rise, spread, bloom
a beckoning of seasons
garden wishes to be a future
I run backwards into time
turned back for
that is the echoing in these rooms
tear left
against the world is turning
everything happened here
we all went into the book
house of dust
all smoke to begin
so much gone-ness
soon you forget the thing you forgot
but blink and all as it was
this is the deity we trust
approval sought and given
much touch
and a kiss for the top of the head
here we are
all around the table
each trying to get a word in
but the house is over
I was last
we took time from it
it was made of time
walls blank now
where the world had hung
air finished with the words
I'm the last out
I don't turn off the lights
I do a vanish too
ReplyDeleteclock where I was
I suppose I was
running late