this is the day. you are the day.
when we first feel the closeness of warm bodies
hands open on the breathing chest
chests open on the voice one song invents time
all future is time present and we drink one mouth
when we first imagine the distance
space ties fibers and unties the empty interval
among and between us the stranded things in pain
loss of language loss of muscle and bone
all past comes to liquid eyes burning times
when we first depart and become separable points
the untouchable living matter collapses
silence breaks the song
we could imagine the embracing Truth beyond
among and between us the believers the creators of Language
the best word within the best song one mouth this day
there is One's immortal body loving this language explaining flesh
the day of meaning One's flesh within the foam of love
this is the day of the best song
and the last before boarding waving leaving
imagine loving bodies
plunge into one and the same river heart
