from The great dive

Tears are harder at midday
than at midnight
heavier, needing the public
mass in open space.

The first holds do not fight
same gravity

released by the hesitation
time in hours, of night measured more directly

of undulations in the brain
emotion’s thought
of zero, ad infinitum, acceleration.

Strange attraction
traced in peace
transformed by opiates flickering

on the video.

I have to be harder
and more on the air
tighter on what leaves.


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