What became of those young bodies burning,
Rushing through flesh at a forward glance?
Time makes fit the knowledge of body
And the main course is always a little disappointing,
So spread it out for ages through darkness
And light and bloom through the terror
Of a windowless winter. Splintering shapes
And sanding the surface, such changes make
Lifetimes into moments and seldom does
boredom get a word in edgewise when
Celebration occurs with the changing of the leaves.
Absence takes shape in to models of memory
And men are boys again making calls
On the company dime from a calendar kiosk,
Where words would flow like the pain in
Our knees on those rocks beside the bay.
Returning and leaving and waking and dreaming
Will grip like the hand to the moving
Rubber rail, and differences then are
Differences now but nothing can contain
What grows like the sea.
Infinitely you and infinitely me.
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