I power up the machine
for mail and news and scopes
we have jettisoned our hopes
their young bodies have joined
the marathon of bones again
while I think only I will soon
join you in the shower
where you will wash my hair
and kiss me soapy kisses
I will have forgotten our ages
I will have forgotten our names
we will join again the great sages
in the joy of the beloved flames
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