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By chris Date: 2004 Jul 16 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.16.02.06.28906]] |
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last night under what stars we could see with the sacred mountain watching in the distance we danced to the ecstatic flamenco by way of southern france electrified until we were exhausted sitting back down and holding each other until the music drew us up again together for two hours that seemed like a lifetime that should have been and which it's never too late to begin like the journey of an explorer at sea on the edge of the known world and how they cling to what they have memorized of the constellations and currents i knew your eyes were chocolate under that cloud-flecked and black monsoon sky your eyes are mine and mine yours and all we see is holy most of all this love that we've just now learned to name and proclaim and discover again like fire and how fueled by the air it grows and flares up so suddenly so wonderfully and beyond all control |