the Words are not enough
after so long
they still shy from my touch
same as the dust you drew into your lungs and out
and its patterns working up your calves
they mean -
i know i've heard this somewhere -
something
but not to me
i'd like to know you now
as you are - not of us
but drawing us into your lungs and out
rewarding water with wine
and dust with endless wind
where do i meet you when
you do not go or come
is this wide-eyed what-if
foolishness and faithlessness
is faith, in the end, no need to believe
but to breathe dust and be?
april 22, 2011
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