12 June 2010

first words

a meeting graven deep in the recall

so scents and colours you cannot repress

the place the time all seem to coalesce

the heat was summer but the season fall

and from this distance no detail is small

since paths were crossed and cannot now regress

back out of meaning life itself must bless

what we have been and forbid us to bawl

now roads will take us far but not so far

that voices cannot take us back in time

to where the light first taught us how to touch

our minds to plastic shapes that had no scar

before to hope was made a sort of crime

and any knowledge had become too much

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