Hints and Echoes

what if there is rhyme and no reason
I hear the words I say
I hear the words you say
a familiarity without relations
shadows interlaced in nearby shadows
despite a pattern no sunrise tomorrow
an image arises with the promise of a kiss
a wet exhumation of half-buried desires
anomalies enact a breach in the dream of now
an errant moon pulls away from the embracing earth
a glass trembles a resonance into destruction
our language shatters like waves over rocks
(April 2012)

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