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outside
there is a stone
the color of the evening sky
it disappears into the night
as the sound of rain
stretches into the future
a bird
a heron is fishing for his dinner
seeing through reflections
brighter than he is
for that sustaining pulse
the heartbeat
that feeds the stomach
the surgeon of the night sky
restores dead things
with the power of sound
riding flamingos to the moon
my joy is momentary
we asphyxiate in the vacuum of space
what ever made me think that this was possible?
an abiding faith in the benevolence of the universe?
I don’t often go out on a limb
but I find myself there more often than not
a fateful paradox…
assuming we were ever on a similar wavelength
which I know now seems unfathomable
now that I have scared you up in your tree
and you can only gesture in rote semaphore
as we sometimes do
the tunes of desperate but deliberate survival
and from within the comfort of living rooms
that long dreaded feeling of safety emerges
