The first
flake is always of ice
Then
fire, then lithium, then water, then life
The submergence,
the melting, the frostlike end
Then
a face emerges from heartland’s doom
A spectre
of something, a hint of everything
There
is no other love than love itself
That
is what you tell yourself
But you
look for every shade and every rock draw
Under
every pile of distant pain
And you
are brutal with it
Aggressive,
numbing your fists by pounding at hopeful castles
Till
you arrive at the one that has side-fruit
And it
is not enough
But the
seconds are there
You swallow
them up
Every
one
Battered
and bloody from internal injury
Smiling
through heartache
The liar
of the century
Sitting
in pain
But dancing
with Newfoundland energy
While
the bergs merge
And inside,
the longest winter
Until
Flashes
of light across a common face
Reading
yourself in her or him
(It
is a common fate)
Finding
you can be understood
And this
does not stop the argument
But it
makes it better
Sitting
with you through rough trees and ascents
Falling
behind over rent fees and attempts
Fighting
and falling and still bloody fists
But four
no longer two
A partner,
a crime, an object, a crew
There
are no sequels to a life of the heart
It is
open or close
Come
up or stay home
We
are pilgrims in process
Sick
beds and open heart transplants
Changing
in the midst of the storm
Finding
ourselves at the moment of our deaths
Joined
to live and joined to die
In
process
In
process
In
process
With
an end
What
we must never fear is the idea of regret
The
things that have a taste of sting but not the sting itself
Loving
you is my corporate stance
My billboard,
my calling card, my purpose for today, my awkward dance
I like
to think you are better than me
Then
I am angry when you do not always bleed
But no
one is better
No one
is worse
We are
just the same
After
all these hard fought battles and schemes
A thousand
more to go
It does
not matter
Brutality
is the language of earth
Love
is the basis of heaven
We live
in the in-between
We experience
the leaning thing
I am
always on a boat with you in my mind
Playing
the music that is for you and is also mine
Not yesterday
Not still
Perhaps,
I love
the rain
The most
When
It stops.