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Cross over
Axis // axiom.
Ask me, and I’ll stand in the joint, gnarls of old trees wrapping round my arms.
And here we are: in the hinge.
The middle part that’s truest. Dark wood, dark wood.
Candles all around us, of course, and some trees.
The hinge between lament and what… ? I can hardly hope for more.
Turn of song as cormorants beat against the bay, on wing.
Were they wings or trees I was lost amidst?
No–dark blood, dark blood.
Years that fell into the spine, the center roaming.
Time’s on a break as days overgrow.
The little routines that made us feel safe.
While all along, celestial math crumbles in two.
Adam // atom.
The tree outside my window tiptoeing up to bloom, bud’s edge teasing.
And life flowing endlessly from its arms.
Point by which we know.
To cross over.
Ask me, and I’ll stand in the joint, gnarls of old trees wrapping round my arms.
And here we are: in the hinge.
The middle part that’s truest. Dark wood, dark wood.
Candles all around us, of course, and some trees.
The hinge between lament and what… ? I can hardly hope for more.
Turn of song as cormorants beat against the bay, on wing.
Were they wings or trees I was lost amidst?
No–dark blood, dark blood.
Years that fell into the spine, the center roaming.
Time’s on a break as days overgrow.
The little routines that made us feel safe.
While all along, celestial math crumbles in two.
Adam // atom.
The tree outside my window tiptoeing up to bloom, bud’s edge teasing.
And life flowing endlessly from its arms.
Point by which we know.
To cross over.
Posted 04/19/21
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