Freed from every hunger,
Desire and greed fallen
Like flying towers of sand.
Released from the sharp
Edge of fear and the dull
Weight of regret, suspended
In the border between
Finite earth and limitless sky,
We have nothing, want nothing,
Lose consciousness and aren’t.
We’re trapped by escape,
Lost and found by strangers,
Slipped under the door
Like a surreptitious love
Letter delivered between
Dusk and dawn at a house
That is unoccupied even
By ghosts, subtle as
Supernumerary dimensions
And groomsmen side-by-side
In black and white.
