In the Hall of Perish lies

The memory of our love

This sage palais

Extending out to the

Long mall of my heart

Like flatlands of exhale that

Spread beyond this

Earthen horizon

This dull stubble of soil

Capsized on the vast plains

Of anchored corridors

Maps us like a presidio

Of swollen desire as the

Bladed lace of your sighs

Voice the stars, in thought,

And you begin singing …

It is in this dearth of burden

Where there is poetry

[there is no poetry]

Between where we think

We understand and

What is known only

To the universe of Melody

This, this is where we live now

There is no viscera of vision

Only slow light fanning against

The wings of the moon as we

Become the radiant fray

Varicose and indignant

In the treachery of

Love’s travail

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