This distance is her camaraderie. The her I left to invent
reconstructed patterns.
I invite her image to
etch and unravel, —entice and understand, yet
within this womb of watched expansion my
leaving unfastens corporeal
manifests
whose
finite motives coalesce resolved, denying backwards as conceptual
hall towards
re-experiencing faded echoes. Cold remains.
Harsh
though my breath formulates synchronized twirls of focused
dissipation. Thus
examining
becomes enjoyed constructs of neoteric evidence
hitherto leaped from tongues of prose and reflecting memories
pursuant assemblage roles or radiance asterisks
reprobating motive to realize prophecy.
