in pursuit of the beautiful
everything
must be forgiven
--Kykosa Kajangu
once we were children
knowing nothing
things were recognized
unable to be understood
bodies
the vibration
words without shape
a door met with hesitation
we know not what we thought then
now known to attempt
to reflect death
look one another over
stroll right out the window
knowing nothing
future/
present
tense
how they left the room
so much rain finally
for cracking ground
in the hospital
after holding hands
and walking backward
into the gray
someone said
dichotomy
she called sobbing
was drawn into a picture
standing with a child
she just met
before a giant flower
no one has ever seen before
he said a woman
looked into his eyes
pouring water over his head
compassion is monochromatic
people closer than gravity
collapsed
and came together
we all saw it
he knew the scent
she reclaimed the air
in a sense
no science
nonsense
we held our breath
today is Tuesday
it was Tuesday
it was tom’s room
she answered the telephone
knowing nothing
they entered a room
remarkably energetic
rain gave quiet warning
we introduced
were introduced
to something beyond
he said everyday
a saint
he said everyday
is the magnitude of
emergency
the ride home
settled rapid
heartbeat
the brain couldn’t
hard to move
a prayer
anywhere but forward
forked paths
to sleep
celebrate birth
or mourn
so small
linger of predatory
too much aggression
the speed of contact
braced for
inevitable
unprepared
stone to dark water
before the moment
knowing nothing
of the outcome
only routine
would the answer change
if Macbeth never encountered
weird sisters
suddenly so cold
apparently a misnomer
sudden
like coincidence
in divinity’s
perceptual sin
void of context
a pattern
not here
in whose eyes
her truth matters
trembling outside
present memory
narcoleptic
interrupted twice document
speechless
the couch
huddled over new life
now confused as ever
topped off lungs
a wall between
chaos and opposition
a waning of belonging
desire of eyelid
repetition anniversary
silence as act of rest
to stand as witness
to say they jumped
and we watched
knowing nothing
six years still not sure
how to deal with
war all the time
a feeling almost passed
settled like dust in lungs
the severity of congestion
visible progression
as a fine red mist
coughed onto a hand
they held
each of us falling
knowing nothing
but the ground
horizon
smoked out
he said to turn on the tv
she never asked why
hours
they turned it off
bitter the absence of solution
the absence of light
wasn’t unbelievable
