Nine Nines

Sunday May 09, 2004
4:31 p.m.

Nine Nines

Such memories and emotions
rise to the surface from the waters of the past.
I’ve been swimming in your poetry,
pilfered from your hard drive so long ago.
To be awash in these states,
of relationships had with ourselves
filtered through another person.
To see myself through your eyes.
To read my past in your words.

To see how far I’ve moved from such states
and States,
To have moved through and beyond such pain
and pointlessness,
To have ascended such heights of ‘godliness’
and woken up to the depths they really were,
To die to myself and be reborn
to/from/of/in/with/through/beyond/as/for
myself.

To be new, but not shiny,
worn-in at birth
(But the good worn-in of a glove or shoe).
To find a new type of love,
a dream lover thanks to her dream.
To wait with patience such as mine,
the patience of the twice-born,
For a later day of swimming
in deeper waters than this.

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