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 And now there is a membrane lingering half-crushed, a pair of wings shattered as my conviction in church glass resting in pieces in the pit of my scarred palm. I caught you between my fingers like an oncoming tsunami. You struggled in my god hands, and I whispered through your whining skull tell me the secrets of why you exist, your directionless keening, your life a half-inch of burning black-and-red kitchen match. In that moment, there was silence; you bent like a snapped spine under the weight of confession, confirming my beliefs. Silence remains. I pray for your flight stains polluting my dark palms. Mosquito wings, crack

Fog swallows the corn, an unlit farmhouse eaten; stars shine scarce in the dark heather sky, inconsequential fires. Dim lamps guide the road, but each creates a separate jaundiced clarity: sight and blindness passing in fewer frames per second, confused Vaudeville captures. Your eyes look blue tonight when I can see them; shadows fill your mouth and fine lines.

i. light fell stark colors to float into sky with glints of pearl dawn in china blue eyes. ii. shattered sun crawled out of sea still- across breath of shallow end. iii. organs drifting carefully in the air breathing empty water. iv. colors died delicately to open air v. honey sunlight slid the bushes toward canopy under the trees vi. closed in pale flowers left prints in soft soil where more sunshine fell from sky (strange as sea)

unquenchable under pine trees carved in shadows noble you gave me a thousand-year-old rose and the seconds elapsed around the bend of a secret path Aatlein 2012

Were the years to fall away From your sunlit summer days, Or race mine years at once, avast! Spring forth from my feckless past, Would we stand on even stones If we had, together grown? Like two trees in a silent glade Which caress, in each other's shade, As two streams concoct the sea Would our love ever come to be? Had time not played a bitter hand And tipped over your clock of sand, Woe on mine eyes in a trifling trice   To set upon such a cureless price,   And live each day and watch you die And live to only to say goodbye.