the eternal lovers are too big and you can't see their gestures

nothing to delay

i have to remember this.

reconciliation

our ancestors probably huddled together on an icy train
now you and i sleep in peaceful nights
probably held hands up some far east mountain
all past times, only pastimes
your silly book of poems, now hardened into scripture
you've been wrestling with yourself for as long as you remember
you and i
some splinters from the center

all lost things will come scrambling back

drift with me
a softened story set upon the water