From the focal point I've chosen
Like a viewing-loft up in a tree
I can see the focal point you've chosen
Has the better of me seeing me
Not a likeness but an after-image
I can feel you holding of me
From what of you is so far away
And yet dissolved in me
All weddings are alchemical
In summer we fall off the earth
Like bodies rising from the beach
Floating above on invisible threads
And muffled leisurely conversations
Where only the necessary is said
Love sailing us out beyond the dead
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