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Before we begin again,
cast the last shadow of
doubt away into the sun, suffer vicariously,
emphatically amd honestly
for all those souls we burned and saved, for all the
gentle spirits we vanquished with our
heads held high
intensely staring into their darkening eyes
just for a few seconds, or a few more,
keeping them silent with one hand
like a lover shushing their loved
martyring all pain.

Threshold

to S & T

You’re a journey with speed bumps in place to appreciate this town,
you’re a Sunday with a reminding hangover not weighing me down,
you’re a multitude of imperfect perfections,
you’re a galaxy of future photographic collections.
Our souls were forged in a collapsing star
billions of years ago, I for you, I for you.
My life, alone, a pastiche that seemed so noir,
our days, together, will always be too few.
To have and to hold, to never forget, to never regret
that January day we met:
six years a fairytale
guiding each other down the trail
to here, now, where I take thee,
and I take thee
on this longest day of the year,
the brightest day of my life,
hovering in a celestial sphere,
to be my husband. To be my wife.