If my heart ever mends
you’ll just break it again
a sunny sprinkling of rain
more sound than salvation
some knowledge won’t
be forced to show up
we must finally disown
our intelligence as a second-
storey man or foolish virgin
if you can’t feel the movement
resting in the form of the cloud
you’ll never understand
death and resurrection
like two horses sleeping
in a fog that mute
recognition.
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