Firmament
       

We were touching each other, of course.

What we didn't know then was the rushing quiet of lakes below ice-who knows about that?

I believed, also, in other actions-sockets of ice and long plateaus of ice with their
desperations—and we thought, what's done is still doing. No matter what you will give to
be sure of being loved by this whole world—they'll take some and slide back through the
glacial bars, into that formal black lake. Please, keep finding me. I have found you, fallen a
long way. Falling against your own mother. And afterward, you are small.

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Copyright © 2012 Sarah Vap All rights reserved
from Arco Iris
Saturnalia Books
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