| When I closed my eyes in Noni’s field
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| We were lying on our backs
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| I dreamt that the ground split a seam
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| …our spirits, floating
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| When no longer tied into our bodies
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| We left them (wrapping)
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| As a sign, to slip into the crack
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| Tired and ready to go
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| But I don’t know what goes on
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| I touched my grandfather’s face
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| He lay fixed in his casket
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| He lay sewn shut and folded
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| So that none could refuse it
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| They had posed, they had painted him
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| I laughed. |
| I let him go
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| His cheeks washed like watercolor sunlight, evening time
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| I could never put my hands back to them
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| Still, I don’t know what goes on
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| Will my thoughts burn in unseen patterns?
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| Form a dim glow in your mind
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| Long after you remember who it was that I looked like?
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| We saw the sky, swarming full with the light that the fireflies made
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| An accidental constellation
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| You, how will you go?
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| Out through your mouth in a sigh?
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| Into a space we don’t know |