*
Together with your knees
already half hands
--even the sky is lessened
lets this rain speak for two
the way stars leave you
--you come too close
and though you whisper
the dirt collapses, cools
till no one can escape
except their darkness
and the distance
that is not rain, that clings
tightens, makes from your voice
each cry smaller and smaller
back into your arms.
apocryphaltext Vol. 2, Nos. 2 & 3