by rainer maria rilke from the windows
it’s because i saw you
leaning out the ultimate
window and i knew
and drank my whole abyss.
showing me your arms
stretched toward night,
you made what was in
me that escaped you escape
me, since, and run. . .
was your one gesture
proof of a goodbye so grand
that it turned me into wind
and dropped me in the river?
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