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The Dream In Which We Die Together
is always changing, but dark,
night has fallen on the era,
we weep between our toes
running from a gun
whose barrel-tongue
bears our names
we rush in the shadows
of bridges, leaving fragments,
ink like bread crumbs, wondering
if the sea will steal our footprints
from the sand, leaving us traceless
but then I awaken
to your gently sleeping eyelids,
their stop-motion blossoming
into the day
& it is now, I know
these three hundred lives we lived
reaching out like fingerbones
to remind us
how hard we fought
for here, this simple morning.
Swans, Once
All things that touch turn white
as snow and glowing want
we’d fondled the golden eye
barely, with the bones of wings,
exiled in clutches, flocks,
gleams in our irises
like cousin ibises
cooling themselves in brown pools,
hiding the secrets of mud, earth
we’d tasted the feverish tilling
of empire, and watched our layers unfold
into albescence
like children breaking their teeth on
pearls, precarious desiderations
we were swans, once
our etiolated necks dipped
in curtsy to kings,
(we’d forgotten the moon,)
our reflections in the glisten
feverishly desperate for
the steadiness of our bodies, hands, feet,
when nightfall waxed memory,
past lives, mirages,
Zeus in disguise, and
the perishing of our human sisters
Galleried and primped for the delight of display
we played the deliverance to Beethoven’s Fifth
and with every mute note,
consigning our recollections to oblivion,
disintegrating,
molting in conversions of our death
our once thick vibrance effaced,
only traces of our movement between worlds, and
now the opaline dissolves beneath our palates
and we relish it, we pretend it is sweet