a flight of rushes

wouldn't my disappearing ink voice

   have more weight if I could hold

you again still against the machines

   your love has made I vanish

readily easy as running away warm

   days colliding with covers of frost

forgetting chapters of kisses awash

   at the riverbank butterfly wings

live longer than the flight of rushes

   heads bent to the art of forgetting

how you went on ahead how I dried

   up into the reaches of a dark vessel

how I waved with everything I had

   at the absolute edge before falling in


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