cklarock

I already feel your return
it whispers and is left behind,
encoded into your wake:
This parabolic slice that hums and fades
and rises and a ! sigh before drifting deep into its own away.
All return, we all turn, turn again and
our returns every one predicted by the arc of our departure.

I can already see.

Black eyes that pop and glimmer and
everyone will say, just like her mother!
and even as I flash my teeth and make that tiny genuflection
I will know better.

We will keep to ourselves when I see you next.
we will smile and share secrets when you return.

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When we are dead and gone, do you think that we are the beneficiaries of perfect clarity? Is life revealed for what it is, the fourth wall broken, the accrued debris and deposits of our long adventure in the mud cracked and fallen away, leaving us with things only as they ever were?

Do you think there are reviews? Do we look back and see the beauty and terror and monotony all placed into the greater context of whatever it is we were there to do? Is it all business or do we get to coo at how precious we were and laugh at how serious it all seemed?

I think yes, yes, yes, yes and I think we coo and laugh and cry, because thats what babies do.

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Blood in my mouth;
They burned you away
and left us
no place for coins.

Tell that man I will pay.
You tell him.
Tell him I am coming and
I bring him blood.