Today you lofted your voice nearly all the way
To
where air ends and the vacuum of space
Begins
where the thinnest possible light somehow
Holds
the even thinner dream of God a hidden
Name
murmured at the approach of your mouth
O
mysterious thing O inverted torch whose flame
Burns
under water it’s the thirty-first of December
Something
ends and something else begins yep
That’s
how the game plays itself out time inscribes
Its passing in a submerged glimmer O constant
Flicker I can hear your tongue clicking rhythmically
The
heartbeat of eroded oceans and then
A
great liquid silence a breathless pause before
Going
on with burning and saving me and smiling
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