Sight which is secondary
to science dancing
as fast as it can
divides its time
between I think of you
on tenor sax
there on your coast
and me on mine
and how I love the distance
of love how you can
send me a close-up
of your face to study
as part of the experience
of faces we spoke of
everywhere clamoring
to break through forms
layered in by sheaths
of color from
embryogenesis to
disappearance
in and out
the other world
entered in sleep
or after death
that land of oxides
and fiestas
where no one loves you
like I do.
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