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And there are nights
when I can’t speak,
not even to the wind
in the strange tongue of the dark pine trees.

Beside you I failed to dream of anything else.

Better to say I’ve seen you
barely at all. Better to say
the lost moon will never guide us.

Really, what I’m thinking
tonight is there is nothing
in all the flat world which would satisfy me.

So I think of you beside me,

your body knotted with dreams.

How the sky can seem an intrusion,

all this blue like an ocean, an ur-sea.

Something in which to vanish. To sink like stones.

not a collection of poems to read for solace

brilliant, inexorably sad