the day flies toward you
gathered to me in this
chromium clock ticking dollars
off the world's responsibilities
I will remember your waking face
your windowed eyes washed clean
with sleep's dream stories
I will remember day the beginning
life like a newborn
pleasurable in all things
your marrow is my lyric
your fluids are my river
your breathing is my poem
bursting on the surface of this sea
the day flies toward you
no terrorist will hold it hostage
the clock will not still
time thickening like gravy
but rather the seconds
will pour past me
racing my heart to the open door
where you wait
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