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Stone Will Seal What Time Already Has
(11/26/1971 / New York)

Stone Will Seal What Time Already Has

I read your poems yesterday.
and found flat between the pages
an unnamed flower someone gave you,
while you walked the streets in love.

we were almost more than
I can imagine now.

and I found severed worms, growing tails and heads,
and metaphors
and those singing moments;
all the fine art of living and remembering, pulsing
on a cool white pages as if blood flowed from your pen.

If I gather you up, place you across paper,
arrange your limbs, smooth your brow and brush back the hair that hides your eyes...
I will still lose you to the turning of a page.

life stops mid-sentence,
though we continue to walk among the choirs of leaves
and moments.

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