Cusp
The great rushing tide.
We can swim a great defeat
Down to where you were buried
In the flame.
Holding hands with a ghost,
As two eyes lay embedded in mind,
Purging souls into rain.
Love
Weakens the heart,
Strengthens the mind,
Releases the fog
To the longest road out from
Open doors.
I feel,
Though I cannot see.
Blood
Is the shared wires,
A connection of distant callbacks
Of voices, heavy
Through the running waters.
Empires
So sad and empty.
Your heaviness
Is mine, to overcome
In these arms, long as the horizon.
Modern Romanticism 