Sunday, November 25, 2012

November 25, 2012

Every sickness an awakening
where reading was taken for black
snails crossing the Adirondacks
flights over Hawk Mountain
your last lover perched on a rock in the rain

It is remembering the incapacity of remembering
the stone thrown over still waters
the heart skipping a beat
caught in a wave at the end of the

break when you realized every line
was infinite. every nerve
an encounter with death
every particle of dust

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