I remembered you in that moment,
\nStaring for no adequate reason across rocks and loose binding meanings.
\nHolding strings of touch and taste together,
\nKicking dust and watching clouds resultant. <\/p>\n
Eventually I began to walk.<\/p>\n
I swung my arms in light syncopation,
\nAnd I saw my motion begin.
\nIt seems staggered somehow, spread out in time,
\nAnd then I got distracted by your ribs.
\nFor they were there, partially exposed,
\nIn the middle of the desert and nowhere near your side.
\nI knelt, inquiry on my mind \u2013
\nThinking a frown, though not wasting the energy of producing one
\nI reached for my feather duster as I looked closer still,
\nSquinting into the haze.
\nAnd then, just like old times,
\nI began gently touching you up.<\/p>\n
Hours of painstaking poking with the sun
\nMaking hotness out of shades of boredom,
\nImagery, illusion and my mouth was dry and pealing
\nAnd I was slowly spooning you out of the ground. <\/p>\n
And you were coming to me. <\/p>\n
In framework form, you were coming.
\nYou were a skeleton of a human structure.
\nYou were a skeleton. <\/p>\n
And finally I stood back and panted. <\/p>\n
It seems that you were buried in the ground.<\/p>\n
It seems I dug you up.
\nI discovered you, after you had died.<\/p>\n
It seems that I recovered you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I remembered you in that moment, Staring for no adequate reason across rocks and loose binding meanings. Holding strings of touch and taste together, Kicking dust and watching clouds resultant. Eventually I began to walk. I swung my arms in … Continue reading