Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Sunday, March 14, 2010

when knobbed fingers knot to hold

"up all night in the street
called the game of life"
-hafiz

when knobbed fingers knot to hold the most delicate of hardware;
yr face was a moon just like that
silver sliver.
indecipherable yet-
precisely learned.
when knobbed fingers knot to hold the hum thrashing of our own hides;
how we were
just there
slipping on moments as skin
extracting the point of origin from the needle
yr face was a moon just like that
silver sliver.
translucent yet-
sifting on the skin we've learned.
when knobbed fingers knot not to hold
yr face was a moon just like that.
silver sliver.
confusing the day with the day
we roll over in the grassblades
single ones
tangled
one tangle
knobbed fingers knotted, knotted
held.
when knobbed fingers knot to hold
blood weave with blood, we were that clumsy awesome blanket
of----
skin, when knobbed fingers knot to hold
the moon itself on a pedestal,
cut the thread that hung from it
held it there between four hands
knobbed fingers knotted, not not to hold
held.

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