As/Is







5.19.2005


May Nineteenth

you can put away the letters of my name
along the street, below this mountain lives the color terra cotta
every building that was tall seems within reach
today all day I felt you slip from present tense

along the street, below this mountain lives the color terra cotta
color of livability where things blend into mountains, buildings, just plain rock
today all day I felt you slip from present tense
the seed birds and their lingering matched sentences I did not speak

color of livability where things blend into mountains, buildings, just plain rock
continuo becomes a sacrament resembling a believable routine
the seed birds and their lingering matched sentences I did not speak
a faculty of hearing takes the place of song

continuo becomes a sacrament resembling a believable routine
in correspondence there are melodies that will go unaccompanied
a faculty of hearing takes the place of song
whatever has been limber will still dance

in correspondence there are melodies that will go unaccompanied
your signaling has lapsed and I think for you, to you
whatever has been limber will still dance
full measure of remembrance equals space between shared past and now

your signaling has lapsed and I think for you, to you
every building that was tall seems within reach
full measure of remembrance equals space between shared past and now
you can put away the letters of my name