Become 
Inanimate 
Darkness dissolving clarity 
A winter bird nests in rounded throat
Choking relief
Twigs, calcified bones pieces
Of selfhood and terror unwrapped 
Suffocations interlude 
Spinning the waxy void
She is still alive she is still alive
The price of love is pain 
This house, it's fatal dynasty 
To walk memories with white cane
Here the fall and ceasement
Here ungentle emptying of 
Full wide windows bidding 
Walk through 
Still he travels
Burning sage attop mountains chin
Where sky and mist connect thinly
The veil revealed
You call 
Sound breaking across water 
He hears 
Turning, blur of color
To smell his smile just once more
Touch the uneven crease of his tear
The price of pain is love
She is bereft and emptied
A bag of river stones turned blue
In moonlight 
Heart heart fragile arrhythmia 
When we are young we eat worms
Stuff our dirty hands into jars of
Jam mind not the sticky attachment 
Stretching through time his hand
Upon yours
Do not ever leave 
The stars dead and undead close 
Weeping eyes against encroachment 
Where there is an ocean now
Once land grew and sing
Its words ancient runic 
Some chant in keeping with arteries 
Slosh of blood, water within us
Electric creatures 
Where then is deepest feeling
Manifest? Would a God
Grant this love to slip and be lost?
He hovers before leaving 
Windows crying their release 
She is still as a heron 
Nothing but ghosts now
And the wedding train of echoes
As real as anything 
For a mirage can save the thirsty
Or trick into perishment
His devotion is a necklace of time
Around her grey grief 
Heavy in purpose 
Look up
There the birds fly toward the sunset
He winks out and a new day
Crests soon
Where nothing is ever gone
That was born so 
Real.

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