April 12

All this

high-flying language

twisting above

us as on a trapeze.

When we

could just say what,

that no one has ever loved

none as much with as much ease,

that we

have been found or lost

inside this circus

in three rings such as these?

If this falling be

our last fall

you and me

then falling toward a false earth with you

blessed be.

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