know what is gone
and what is beyond the dandelion veil
know what is just out of
reach, something you can just barely taste on the
tip of your aching
tongue
you're a whole-headed nightmare
some rare birdlike enigma
flapping through the warm night
like godspeed, glory, send us away to some place we've never known
once, you told me my poetry was too sad
and if you were just there for me
maybe we wouldn't be a fire
of burning feathers
your bones
are my bones
and isn't that enough?
Another repost.