In the universe
there are some sounds
which are silent
holy like a blessed nail
on the dark floor of the earth
there are your footprints
which are invisible
deep cuts through ungrateful mountains
along the ocean’s edge
on the edges of dreams
there are some feelings
which are numb
an inland sea
of un-forgetting
in a shop
there are some books
loud with the innocence of moments
words between the lines of ages
you look so beautiful
by books
inside clouds
there is a moist hand
washing the skins of dreams
dissolving
the atoms we are
putting us back together
returning us to stones
from which we fled
before we felt anything
before everything
before
be
b.
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