T.R. James Bray Poems

I can see your eyes
behind this veil.
But I cannot feel your gaze.
I can hear your words, but your breath
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Our night sermon
hovers still on the air.
Frees our slaves,
breaks the hourglass and
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Your steeple is crumbling.
They're stripping crosses to melt
for some return.
The bell is gone from the tower.
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We sit and let the cosmic dust fall above,
glints in the blackness of the night.
A cacophony of laughter
rises over pines and
...

What is that desolation?
That naked space.
Far behind this sunrise, past the crimson horizon
and the life I've made with you.
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Your announcement shocked me a bit,
even though I knew it was coming.
But, to see the post, a declaration so pronounced 'Vaginoplasty'
made me dream.
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Fruit ripens on the branch,
tempted back to the earth.
Fungi and insects eat yesterday, shit tomorrow.
Mushrooms link everything,
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We lay beside each other
On our bed, looking at each other,
heads on pillows.
Like downy pink clouds at sunset hovering
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It flutters in the air, in whispers,
off the tips of tongues
for millennia.
As common as the movement
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We are taxidermists of time, trapping our feral lives,
echoes in the valley.
Our boundless times, surrounded in a surreal mist
a frozen instant.
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