1996-2025
look--how connected we are, we two
look--how far away the stars' gleam
who's to tell if tomorrow something life-
sized can make us seem separate too
rain protests like Rorschach shrapnel
against the mouths of the buildings
that swallow us, windows watching
us spend outlawed, ongoing words
my mind, just a machine of memory
all my notes veering between theory
or grocery lists... and in your mind
life a dimming rhythm of wrongs
you dwell on answers, staying only
for the songs: yes, yes, yes, and no
O, though it starts in fields of fear, I
wish you'd held the force of my heart
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Somehow it's a year since S, At's ex, died by suicide.
Pic" Seagulls along a Saronic coastline.
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