immaculate design

[IMMACULATE DESIGN]
AN ORIENT TOWARD ARCTURUS,
COLD VACCUOUS EXPANSE WARMED
IN PHOTON LENSING OF LATE WINTER
OF SPARSE LIGHT RESEMBLES SPARKS AND
ON LAND UNJUSTLY AMUSED AND THEN
ENGULFED BY BELIEVING—BEGGING
IN THE ULTRAVIOLET AND WHEN
ALLOWED LIFE… ACCEPTED
SUCH PERFECTION.

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I’m searching for a metaphor.
Something with gravity…
I think of the morning,
and there you are

alongside your calm,
the river where I patch memory;
I can feel you jump, as I did
then, when we brushed by.

That was nothing more
than a vehicle to this point.
When your hands are wrapped in
mine, there will be no time to write this.