spider webs
your face
and my face
our faces in each other’s hands
everything is haunted in us
the seas, the trees, the oceans
the fragments of the trapped eagles
flapping wings behind our ears
the lakes, the grains of people
the forgetting, the leaving, the loving
the making of things
the circles in the water, the darkness at the bottom of a house
the slender pines
the bleakness of the last light in the cold
a butterfly breathing for fourteen days
a body of an ant running quickly towards a tree
and from a tree to the sky
bears and wolves, frozen deer and the deer trapped
in the mud of the dry river
the aching of a flower under the gasping wind, wind coughing
like a sick man at the verge of falling into another man
the man himself
your eyes taken out of my eyes
your bones half made out of mine
you
me
we
are falling off mountains like they would be chairs
this never ends, the birth and the fall
from the first man to the last place
a fish fighting the current
a human fighting a human
a heart beating for the sun
I love you.
