March 1, 2009

Inconceivable

Look up and receive,
for you and I are
made for this,
and this too,
this is made for this.

Look up and receive,
what would he be like,
or she, and whom would she
resemble more,
or he?

Look up and receive,
and our bodies are rivers
running together
to the same estuary,
as rivers have always.

Look up,

but, "No," I say, "no,
not like this,"
and you stop instantly,
because you are a good, respectful
man, a dying
breed, obviously.

Look up,
it is like holding
a seashell to your ear,
imagining you are hearing
the ghosts of imagined origins,
but really,

there is only the sound
of emptiness crashing against itself.

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