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all that is between
dust …
they say ...
dust ... to dust, yet
I have measured the stars
counted their intervals
felt hope's whisper on my neck, keen
kissed and cursed its face …
I have tasted sweeter tongues
cried for the bitter phrases they wagged
given fealty to their resonance
and the tamps and scratchings they quicken …
I have cradled inception in my hands
felt it tremble with wonder
and fear …
I have gazed on the bloom of consummation
torn the tapestry from its form
and let it dance in my skin …
I have spilled raptured coursings to my veins
yielded all I knew and held to their heat
soaked my marrow in its drip
and laughed at the madness of it all …
I have defied oblivion’s cold consequence
breathed its acrid air
and bestirred its black womb …
I have entered other souls -
swum up the rills to their source
and merged, chaotic, in the depths there
lost forever ... complete …
dust to dust, indeed
still, all that is ...
between.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, March 14, 2018; rewrite November 25, 2023
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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