in the little cosmic time we have left
run through a river
until the cold and current don't touch my feet,
reveal that you've always really loved me
with conversation as simple as remembering.
there's not much time,
maybe a day of eternal sunshine,
quickly disassembling eternal sawdust,
and then we won't see for a year
what we haven't seen for the year before,
not the cosmic time or the sunshine,
not the time or sawdust
that we make while we are together,
nor the rivers that can wash the flesh and blood,
leaving only ether for feet.
8-19-07
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