How’d we get to this place?
Kindling bursts to tender flame
Tinder-to tinder
Trust evening-prisms to shift the light
Towards panes of darkness
Memory fills the hour
Evening of shoulder blades
Clouds drape like silk
Par’dise blooms toward the sky
Angles of wind relax through gray trees
Current strengthens against our weak protests
Calibrating to the arc of moon
How did we get here?
This place where the tide never comes in
How did we get to this place alone?
Kernel of light, bursting
Chains of lilac, crossing
Unspeakable glint of dead, gestures above
While closing their eyes
Against darkness like stars that seal
Moonlit paths close so dark
Evening arranges the
Longest day suspended here
How’d we get to this place?
Kindling bursts to tender flame
Tinder to tinder trust evening prisms to shift the light
Breaking toward the unspeakable glint of dead
Why does the summer tide never come in?
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