we like it when things are over again

the world turned over.
the broken little lights
melted one by one into blue sky
and sunrise.

you were sitting on the moon and fell,
you who were always waiting
too long.

"it's only time,"
you'd said,
as you closed and closed your eyes.

the beach was washing rocks for your sand,
the seagulls clearing way...

"let it all be clean,"
you wrote,
and "open, open, open."

you never wanted to change again,
wary of false resurrections.

you never wanted to be
perceived

as you fell
face first
into heaven.


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the truth and you

let them fall where they fall
in little colored packages
dripping with string

close the broken eyelids
take them up the down stairs
then down and down and down

one of them will be fine at a time
as though they have reached an arrangement

one will wist
and one will worry
and three and three and three

will repeat
stutter
collapse
repeat

three who will not know
if it is right or wrong to try
three who will be four and even five

this is somewhat of a spatial arrangement
let them fall where they failed
empty the furniture
paint the walls
repeat repeat repeat




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