There were always such beautiful shadows in your work, Though many now dodge their taxes with your art. Rarely As it seems, life involves death with every decision, which is Why I miss the non-Euclidean idiom we used to argue over Everything in the dictionary of what not to do. Somewhere In a mix between Beaches and Häxan I have these weird Memories of you sleeping when there's no way I was there To see you sleeping—a crystal ball above your bed lets Tensors, in a tension of tenses, tongue-tie time and divine Your urge to fearlessly abandon yourself to love as you Understand love, where paradox gives way to paradox And awareness is congratulated with awareness of how This multiverse, in vast tribulation, ushers us on in unison As one of many big bangs begins again to light the way. Copyright © 2017 Aaron Fagan. Used with permission of the author. |
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