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o that i could be forgot

o that i could finally not
capitulate the size
the form
the weight
the steady, abiding, rhythmic gate

of the shape

that life has adorned
and ornamented
buckled
and fastened –

so many jewels
so many barnacles
added to it’s surface –

as if
those things
were the thing

i am

they are not
they are not

o that i could be forgot

·

there is no skin
to hold us in
and light shines through
the pore

there is no break
no drowning wake
that love
cannot restore

fissures, hairlines, steam vents seeping
holding steady, deep strength keeping

let the firmament lean down
and lend us
all that we have sought
and all the hides we’ve heaped upon us

let them be forgot.

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