...love or expectations."
Sunlight transfigured through the screen -
Wove a morning pa**age swept from pine
There's no interest in striking you from my maps
Just for saying something difficult to say
Floating in reflections of understanding
There's seaweed in the shallows
Interspersed with the biolight
I should have known I was dead
Well there's the beauty
It's just like you said
This doesn't feel like goodbye
In a pause for clarity
Your swells combine
You learn the comfort of limbo
The gray language of context, comparison
As we lament towards opposite coasts
I should have known it wouldn't double
But zero
But zero
There's no interest in striking you from my maps
Just for saying something difficult to say
Spent young lunations in the walk
From his shore to the shoal
Or in the combination of words she made
Floating on predictions of understanding
There's seaweed in the shallows
Interspersed with the biolight
I should have known