Sunday, July 19, 2015

After the Fire

Stop. There is no after. Still
Is only small and only
After what was becoming,

Which never became, always
Was. Still and all, the stele
On the hill of another

God spoke. I am what was not
Am: distilled, remainder,
Calm rejoinder. I loved you.

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