.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

4.06.2010

i weep for you/stranger

one week ago, i would have had the chance to forget
but chemicals stopped the passage of time.
horror and vibration have left my veins
and the orbit in my skull has found a rhythm.
there are fibers under fingernails
administering comfort for moments at a time and now
here in this place i am chasing the memories of
someone else's mystery. they say they have heard silence
for several days and i know;
the familiarity strikes me.

now i am searching-
death records and photographs,
well wishes and words that elevate,
perfect teeth and honey comb arms,
and where there are signs of laughter, no sound
escapes. there are feathers and fur
passageways mosaics flashbulbs
and your gorgeous face
vacant after so few years
too soon for me to have loved and forgotten

but i know.

i know the silence and the knots in your throats,
the immediacy of change and the permanence of loss.
i hear the bells of another and bells not
her own ringing these vehicle bodies through their own
journeys to the ends (cliffs and the endless sea)
churning matter from matter until the end of time.

and i will know you then.