Knowing the Other

Kate Houck, Poems

Some are extinct and
others have become many.
White light and pale maroon.
A blank space between the window and the day.
We resurrect the many without tears.
Ponder the unsteady bridge in silence.
You enable the stillness, perpetuate the wait.
The journey now ended without a crossing.
The time and the mind writing in darkness.
Resurrect my day and night, the fire of each star.
I see the empty thought, unearth the fossilized heart.
Watch the masses masturbate life, their minutes passing.
Are we no more?
The gray matter of the dawn and the dusk.
The spaces in between.
Only the enemies of ourselves.

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