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comfort settles
at the edge of the floor
just below the joint
where the wall would meet
it’s enough to make you crazy
suffocation (I’ve heard it called)
a fog spreading (honey)
to every splintered board
every missing nail
touching, loving,
warming intoxication

sweeter brandy
could not be ~ than this
erasing every past
every worried heart
every far away
you dreamed of
trading places with worlds
you might have died for
(did you not)

til all you know
(is this)
nothing more could you recall
not even the moment
it happened
(there a mist across the boards)
ready to run
you turned and took a seat
as easy then
(o it isn’t any more)
now you sit
unable to move beyond
webs you gave into
fog still burns you breathing
ache that knows your name

clings to every piece
of you remembered

curves along your spine
holding (as a lover would)
tracing warmth
amid the scars
you can’t recall (their hurting)
some far away you wasted
before was come to this –
a memory (of flying)