like the bloodless,
perennial
remembrance
of the lost—if only
because
there is no loss
except it.
You can try to surmount it
or get around it
all you want, but
in order to receive it,
you will have to
open up—
and I don't mean
"empty out."
I mean: pollute the world
with talk.
Speak without thinking;
say all
the wrong things;
speak to keep
your lungs breathing
and the frozen air
warmed up;
speak til your words
span the black,
barren gulf
which hazards to sequester
all of you from
all of us.