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From "Young"—written ca. 2010-2011

What happened since last night?
What avalanches of meaning
eroded while I was dreaming?
Invited the ached cobwebs of waking
& day looking to pervade
my peaceful pool of sleeping
& the black knife cut of days shifting
made the new sight gripping so hard to swallow.

My, and the stars have ended their segregation
& merged into one gray smear.
I slept horribly last night.
There is an ache in my back
& in my right ear.

No picture of you
resembles ones from last night.
I’d blame the light.
Though they were stored in ghostly stacks,
twilight dusk better framed your face,
the empty throb the day makes:
the single note
of the concrete sky,
rings in discord
with images of you,
implemented in my dreams
& the pictures in my hands.

Wouldn’t you?
We have mutual friends besides,
who would tear your heart from its clasp
& the lungs from your sides, gasp,
air is mucked sanguine in your chest
at the last seismic breaths
shuttled through your throat.