speak to me
bridge east and west.
while you stop to think
and the waters, they face you.
i've told you once before,
sure you were not listening;
we just don't have time.
forget.
forget my heart in bangkok.
too much to see not to forget something.
scatter yourself:
salt the earth with memories
one can only create on a road;
a road immeasurable.
i, for one, once touched big
standing upon the butte.
i dreamed big.
i dreamed you before the flesh.
and found an earth inside my stomach.
i cut in.
the insides that poured out
through the hole in my side.
still it bled through the linen.
turn white to red
red to black
harden and link;
a stentorian voice; rock-like, butte-like figure.
alone in the coming months,
even though i'll find you in expressions.
if you died in a way,
i revived you
when it snowed unexpectedly.
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