First was the unflamed word
Blanched
with annulment
Then
the call of sleepdoves
Fell
like silenceblossoms
All
around us baroquely flamboyant
We too shed petals and everything
Slipped
away growing larger and larger but
Invisible
enough to see
We
saw day’s flowered axe
Unsplit
night’s feathered anvil
Right
enough we stood
Handfasting
beyond sanctity
Listening to the nearswept tumult
White-bearded
truth itself
Pelted
us with deaf answers
We
chewed each name-torn scrap
We
swallowed every flash and shadow
Each word that sang us into we
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