the elements

How clear is the night air,
its wings are corner of the eye stuff,
falling, primordial,
as you talk to yourself,
why did we part, friend,
when did the dust come?

Be careful,
do not walk home alone,
but where do you belong?
Backwards and forwards through time,
in what’s lost, weather patterns
won’t leave me alone.

We need to see the photographs
before we choke
on flowers, on flames,
quartzite energies.

What is wrong with the elements,
who has locked the door,
what is that rain,
is it ancient or televisual?

Drowning in the air
you need a drink.


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