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To The Dead
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll
see each other again,--

.
.
.
and again reach the VEIN

in which we loved each other .
.

It existed.
It existed.


There is a NIGHT within the NIGHT,--

.
.
.
for, like the detectives (the Ritz Brothers)
in The Gorilla,

once we'd been battered by the gorilla

we searched the walls, the intricately carved
impenetrable paneling

for a button, lever, latch

that unlocks a secret door that
reveals at last the secret chambers,

CORRIDORS within WALLS,

(the disenthralling, necessary, dreamed structure
beneath the structure we see,)

that is the HOUSE within the HOUSE .
.
.


There is a NIGHT within the NIGHT,--

.
.
.
there were (for example) months when I seemed only
to displease, frustrate,

disappoint you--; then, something triggered

a drunk lasting for days, and as you
slowly and shakily sobered up,

sick, throbbing with remorse and self-loathing,

insight like ashes: clung
to; useless; hated .
.
.


This was the viewing of the power of the waters

while the waters were asleep:--
secrets, histories of loves, betrayals, double-binds

not fit (you thought) for the light of day .
.
.


There is a NIGHT within the NIGHT,--

.
.
.
for, there at times at night, still we
inhabit the secret place together .
.
.


Is this wisdom, or self-pity?--

The love I've known is the love of
two people staring

not at each other, but in the same direction.
Written by: Frank Bidart