the geology of disillusionment

 

1.
the star shine 
still crushes me

there,
in the dying light of June,  
hungry shadows of discontent
invaded our weary hearts

2.
strips of light, 
clouds rushing by 
the stark moon

3.
I was very sick then 
and knew what would 
never be touched 

and the pale face 
slipped into the pale hands 

4.
it was raining 

I remember 
the last moments 
when we kissed 

it was

so slow and precise: 
the careful brushing of ancient dirt 
off of an emerging fossil
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