kathedrale

the towers
a line of trees
yours and mine
decided removed built destroyed
and argued
the pieces move from out the
roots of mountains

sorting the collected
toppled stacks
of tumble
arrange a circle
fence rounding gardens

for love we did for
love&
grudged reprisals
over many a spell
and well-meant gesture moving
kissred mouths
purring thro
-ugh the windows

all we made we made
a priceless thing
t
h
i
s
the hurt trenched
beneath what we could not
unmake

time moved its million Suns
in one red moment
a brilliance shared

an eternity destroyed

after Florence

from this distance
i find it hard to imagine
an ocean trampling across
the prairies

water destroying, drowning its way
through every thing
and there’s the fear that One can survive
only so many disasters

from here i sit, companied with empathy
wondering over your many
wounds
there was perfectness, this is not it

for you
my thoughts are a nest of concerns
would it move you to know, would you cry
and wish for me

has all that you have, or had
been finally taken for the last time?
for me
it is you

there are hells yet
for miles on all sides
this one here, so far away
is mine

with Other enabled infirms
on a long track
and labouring along on two feet
leaves a hobbled impression
of One’s self

though the company gathered
a homogeneous collection
of sticks and pinch-sacks
be at peace
with their ultimate tedium

it has not settled or struck
me yet still believing
there is a door

a landmark still withholding
best
kept secrets