if I don't have a thought about it

then it will all be lost to time.

and I will have no more

memories to keep. and no one to

hold while the hole in sky grows

brighter and we are swallowed

like a great ocean whale, into

the eternity that struck us like

so many thorns on a cactus bush.

so that as I grow louder and

less brave there will still be some-

thing. soft, blunt, dulled. not unlike

that sand that crept up our sides as

we rolled through the night like

suns dancing on water. as we

called to the sky like we would

a lover and asked it "how does

anything else get that high?"

poem 420.