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new eternity

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the sound of your footfall turns blue
as you, the drum of words within,
so many words, flush a night-rhymed star
from the nameless shadows

as you wrestle with an angel
in the stretch of the darkness you wrote
on the scrolls of time

as if you could stand in this
radiant now, as if you could stand
in the alleyways of this single moment

as if absence that possessed you
still served as an image of home
and you, yourself, were the place
you do not return to

for each word is an elsewhere
moving faster than your pulse
as you crawl across the threshold
into the hinterland of falling
time and water