Thursday, November 24, 2011

we are wiser then we remember


we are wiser then we remember

there you were, in my dream
now sitting behind me & speech
is labored, who are you
what are you and why now

-but if i lit the candle in your hand-

the eyes
can't ask
or answer
yet

there was no anger, no dance
no songs, no memory

-and if you washed out my palms-

could the silence discern a rhythm?
the draw-near, the give-space
this language of want and stability

troughs of waves, family and familiar
crests of suddenly! and nows

-would us, the force, inexplicably be prayer?-

as though we knew the two words
long ago, sent ourselves
the sleep dreams
and the sorrows

one of the words is great
the other is

11/8/11

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