I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...

Scars fade.
Sometimes...

I feel your loss
like two rivers...

I
am half-built...

There was only heaven and the sea,
and a brief wind among the stars...

Like a prayer, almost
two hands clasped...

all things pass.
all things change...

I thought
for a second...

Tap water bubbles, and
hot water burns my skin...

Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling...

A hush is caught
at the unfurled vividness...

Come sing me to sleep,
close my troubled eyes...