Always and Never

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we have crashed the streets

as echoes fleeing Dreams

corridor through bone and jar the body awake.

sharing cars like needles,

pulling eachother through

veins of maps we have no need for,

We have always known where to Go -

a return to the Throat that

whispered all of this to life.

a phantom umbilical

the contours of its absence

sketched

along walls climbing skyward

in great halves of hugs gone unmet

tonight, it looks a terrible thing.

weather-beaten

tobacco-rinsed

a tanker built for touring

nightmares of the deep

...for the troubled waters inside us

it is perfect...

we go

wading through a

bayou of low lights

remembering knees only as feet

break from their stiffness

and soon they are lost to us as well

tail-bones drop into its black,

escape pods in space,

and for a breath we are weightless

in the city's hull

forty deep

foregoing sleep

sweating the city's pulse

we fall back into

feet stamping,

knees flagging

elbows bending

hips glyphing a lost language

of seduction

lower bellies rubbing in a tryst

of parentheses

whole bodies will speak privately in tongues tonight

the pulse going up,

teasing wet rib cages with the rolling licks

of synths,

chests decks of ships drumming with rainwater

flooding with promise of orgasm

the pulse, going up,

tickling ears with tambourines

the liquor loosens neck,

all there is to say is "yes"

the beating of the bass

tells you

this is a night inside the heart

of a thing that does not die

there are women

whose eyes bend them into the music

as [their] Cool curves them back S-like

around its two O's, perfect

their skin kissed with the dark

of when questions and answers were one

i have loved them silently

across many lives

through many such nights,

as tonight,

I will say to you Now:

This moment is forever.

There has always been Us.

hallwaying to eachother eyeless

with our arms,

exploring with loose palms,

wrists on hinges that pop like firecrackers,

heart on tongue,

tongue on bodies,

the body is a cavity,

cavities need filling,

to be filled with a feeling

is a Calling:

there has been something missing perfectly

from the first day to now.

an old wind that blows

hardest when we lie still in our beds

an echo that rides on roads of our bones

from a long ago Chord,

"And they were companions

and it was Good,"

and in our days

of new skin

we cried

knowing no shame

in our sensitivity to gods breath

the oldest stories have said

we are of the last notes dropped from its Great Voice

shots into space followed by much silence

and confusion

All of our building is Thus.

The years are but Inches,

line segments crawling the way to god,

where we are to meet again,

finally,

lonely it has waited for us so long

we have forgotten.

the pretty buildings are monuments to themselves.

the cities rest listless

a great body, tossing and turning

going bald

and the youngest of us, still fresh to the Voice

have known this is some awful deep sleep we are in.

this is why

we have always crashed the streets

as echoes fleeing Dreams

corridor through bone and jar the body awake.

we have always shared cars like needles,

pulling eachother through

veins of maps we have no need for,

because

We have always known where to Go -

back to eachother

where we are

again of the

Throat

that

whispered all of this life

to life.