On Mortality, December 1980

#On Mortality, December 1980

  it's possible that me are not you
  because trembling on your surface
  I can't feel your river at all
  because within you is not me also
  not we not anyone
  you have no heartbeat no
  unhindered flow of lightning
  through and past and surrounding
  no music beneath your skin
  not like we not any
  because didn't you notice
  how I dance along your fingertips
  and fly unafraid off those cliff edges
  to the rhythm of dying

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