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LOVE OUT OF MISTY VAPORS





So many things from the past conspire to keep us in the dark;

I once went back to my childhood home of quaint familiarity;

All I did was exchange vapors with the house and tree in front.



All things conspire to tell us nothing at all. When we were once

Lovers we touched each other but where is the proof of that embrace;

Under each other’s hands we grow abundant but less when apart.



We look for that place where we were touched; the place where

Held its duration in me but even if we promise each other eternity,

That touch is only extant until it reaches into the vapor of eternity.



If only we had godlike bodies that could withstand time and fate;

Then we could look back at these images which calms the tempest;

And would be tempered by the exchange of vapors over time.



I could have been calmed by your touch but older terrors swarmed

Into me because of so much previous abundance lost to vapors. Since

I was born my unquiet future lay hidden by the soft touch of my mother.



My mother interposed her lithe figure between me and chaos, rendering

It harmless by her heart’s refuge.  It is hard to mingle more than a human

Space within the infinite vapor. Since she passed, I still see her in the mist.



In the primeval forest of love, love lies in these inner wildernesses where

Love falls Mute.  Loved.  Then left, exchanging vapors and passing into

The roots of its origin back out again into the mighty vapors of eternity.



The dry riverbeds of former mothers-but also the entire panorama of our

Lives-under so many passing clouds- beloved, all this came before you.

You who summoned primordial time to me, borrowed from these mist.