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| days of passage | |
| In the days of the strong | |
| when you and I | |
| were still tensile flesh | |
| cast in confident gold | |
| our voyage, dreams we would name; | |
| raising our confident sails | |
| tacking the wind at the world's edge | |
| we cried laughter, lived echoes, | |
| promised forever, | |
| and named future our offspring. | |
| In the time of the journey | |
| you and I'd | |
| proudly measure | |
| our wingspans as one, | |
| taking turns in each other's safe shadows; | |
| staked our maps with the ends of the earth, | |
| dreamed odysseys, wilderness, solitude, | |
| scorned messengers, | |
| practiced monologues and soliloquies | |
| and raised strife to troubled adulthood. | |
| In the season of passing | |
| we kept | |
| contempt's company, | |
| clawed to die daily, | |
| our worlds hungry for sacrifice | |
| we'd thirst to oblige with each other, | |
| cloak words in sharp symbols, | |
| hide hands secretly washed, | |
| and bury hope's last soft breath | |
| in the shadows of separate alibis. | |
| © Jon Bohrn (2000) |
