Sunday, April 6, 2014

thimblerig










Every breath a lament for the loss of you
every breath
in & out
in:
cerulean sky smoking past my lips, into me …
living in the corners of soft forgotten viscera
is there a time when i am full ?
full enough of wren song & the new grass of April
that
i
cease belonging to myself
instead …
a shell of fire, stars & stories carmen thread
a winged & rooted thing
sitting in the shade on a sidewalk on a cobbled street
in some ancient city
in Spring
somewhere that smells of vellum & apricots
collecting tales
collecting linen minutes
as
the sky beads from my skin
a harbinger of return
and
the intangible alchemy of immortality


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