Our space is braided
by the warm vibrato of your chest
the small companions of our
great journey
Then too I am summoned
by the gravity of afterlife
the clouds razored by mortal moons
defibrillating
I can trace spans of sky
knowing sun and moon recognize
everything in an embarrassment
of ambition
Except that I burrow and spelunk
in tides and pools of anger
in a cave where I keep letting
strangers in
_
by the warm vibrato of your chest
the small companions of our
great journey
Then too I am summoned
by the gravity of afterlife
the clouds razored by mortal moons
defibrillating
I can trace spans of sky
knowing sun and moon recognize
everything in an embarrassment
of ambition
Except that I burrow and spelunk
in tides and pools of anger
in a cave where I keep letting
strangers in
_
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