separated by a ruler's length of conscience
the repelling force of magnets face to face
a gap alive with light, and minute signals,
alive with atomies condensed in finite space
and when you're far away, temptation fills the void
the narrative unwinding, raveled skeins of days
brush harmlessly and fray and snap across the oars
shipped leaden to the bow, borne back by endless waves
the airy threads will still do up the mast
true north is only Heaven, compass-cracked
and love is only salt, is light and salt together
along the beam of motes that binds us, back to back
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finished June 30, 2009
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