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YOUR ANNIVERSARY, I READ MODERN POETS

Earth’s night wheel rolls over ocean waves. Relax,
Your dream folded into my dream. Pain
Stress and love now must sleep.

Now is the time to think about death.

Your eyelids, tired doves, may also bed down
I project your thinner face among the winking stars.
Spring remembers cherries, we invented each other.

Now is the time to think about who leaves first.

You are a vessel of bitter salts, athirst.
Much death is in my desolate kiss
A passion fallen into stagnant waters.

The blackness of the wall encounters the open hand. 
This wall is between the hand and truth. 
The wall is iron	air	 time	(says Fortini). 

The wall is us: being, not being. Frozen. 
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  Darko R. Suvin