In the sobering emptiness
he waited
until with it he was drunk
And in it's slothful gluttony
the waiting drank him
In her absence
he wrote a song of her presence
And sang it to a strong wind
that it might collect her song
In the lightness of ephemeral memories
he surrendered to the ecstasy of weightlessness
But it was the little things
that became a sunken weight
The clarity of his need became ultimate
And I animate your being
with drunkard's passion;
braided choir
for you are an impertinent hallucination
binding through my weakness
a tenuous residence
as Saturn orbits the sun
Inertia riveted his sentiment
And the mirror his mind
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