After
After the loss
lament
the dry desire
of want
After goodbye
And goodbye
the crashing carcass
of fleeing faith
After no
and nakedness
milk-blue
in bleached light
After strike
and silence
not-listen
after the bitter
salt plaint
Can you look
And see it
Wavering above?
Can you stop
And speak
"I have sinned"?
Mine the scalding venom
Mine the sibilant sob
Mine the bitter waters
Dig my own hands
scepter in dust
to bring the surge
That carries me past
the breadth
promise
and sing
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