Lovers say, when they are far apart, they
Share a sky of stars across the earth. But
Lovers lie. They hide the barren, graying
Universe between the art of you and

That of me. And if the peeling rind of
Blue and green, the birth, the breathing were to
Dissipate into the nothing; if the
Stars and earth and lie departed, reeling,

Then the graying art, the breathing universe,
The barren rind of dissipated stars, all
Far, all lovers, blue and departed, may, in
Breathing, show their meaning.


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