The Onset


I know you in dream-speak,
through the parts of the flesh that
don't require words;
just a quiver of the lip or a
sigh
to understand.
And cell by cell I'm changing
into who I'll be when
you love me,
and I'm re-learning the language
of sinners
and the prayers behind their
birthing.
I've seen a lot of
the world
and maybe too much
of the humans
within it:
too much of their comings and goings
and not enough of what they
want to
learn,
but only in retrospect-
only ever in retrospect-
like a dream you forget while you're
trying to remember...

a face you knew once
in the onset of
madness.

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