I made a soul unto you whispering into the Ganymede
Of your shoulders—
Wishing to enjoy the life blown into the nooks and crannies of
You architectures
To come out alive again, obeying the elements:
And this is all I've been able to
Resolve:
Vanishing children who are able to find their light again
Down into the shelter of the last
Unrequested happenstance of the bay: there,
And into—and into her shallows—
Where you will find your lost sister—where you can try
To call up the cemetery into the day.
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