I soften
eternity
with hands
on loan.
acquaint myself
with death
by being here
the whole time.
I marry.
I father.
keep my body
equidistant
from kite
and ****
hide the boy from settled places.
think of the child
the adult
Jesus
how both
could not
imagine.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
I soften
eternity
with hands
on loan.
acquaint myself
with death
by being here
the whole time.
I marry.
I father.
keep my body
equidistant
from kite
and ****
hide the boy from settled places.
think of the child
the adult
Jesus
how both
could not
imagine.
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