after a week, i lie prostrate
i come down to
this last hour
this last journey
lilacs and bronze
you afforded me
i watched up up
together together and a part
and apart
and widen and part
then together
gone! a
nd together
this pole
i looked clear that day
sleeves of my sweatshirt up
let it be mine again
i shrieked isis, agape
shrieked it
lying prostrate
