the silver songs of
starlit diaphanous beings
suddenly cease

two leave behind
the heart

cold
gray
alone
winter sky
hangs
heavy

night’s
constellate
creation
in nebulous
orbit

frozen
airways
always

to try
two rekindle
memory
as if
permafrost

somewhere
fragrant fire
toasts us
someday
warmer than now

I held you
told you
vow never

it is we
we let go

despite this gravity
ascension
quietly
airily
buoyantly
up

amid found melody
the final glissando
of being

Chagall 2018

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