hold.

2006-03-10 9:25 p.m.

we have caught, and recaught, and let go
short sips, and have fallen
memory bound
on a scent, on the focus

relieved not to have lived again, those moments
that bore us out in horror, that,
looking back,
have erased the worst from us

to be replaced with something better,
with something to give us comfort.

(poor race, that we will be born
and carry on our indecision, unable quite
to learn the lesson, obvious, or instead

that we will search out an oppressor, a forgetter, a monument and keeper

who will move those mountains for us in our slumber.)

the point is, we've nothing gained
and nothing lost, so safe, we slink back

quiet for the day, and stubborn, and over come

with all those seconds, all those eager answers, all those questions on our age that left other mouths dumbfounded, agape in transformation -

lover,
we are children in the skin of our ambition, thick and peeling back for younger seasons, thick and bearing fruit up in expression -

"we can pass along the lives as we have lived them,
we can offer our own bodies in forgiveness."

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