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something understood

 

 

 

Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, 
The land of spices; something understood. 
George Herbert, Prayer (I)

 

 

Silence is hard in cities
where missing people need to hide in noise
Deborah Levy, Black Vodka

 

                                                

the spaces between trees
 

 

silence of Tallis’s voices
resonance 

something fading

                                   approaching

 

dawn’s rose-fingered luminescence before the sun
stirs
(& you wake up next to me) 

 

the palimpsest of that first note i wrote that
you will never read

 

the look dad gave me on his deathbed;
the goodbye letter unfinished

 

the seeming-swell of a lake before your body
punctures the surface

 

Mum’s embrace at the hospital;
the “love you” that never came

 

 

the spaces between trees