INSENSE (EPHEMERAL)

there's something to find.

there's something to find, there's something to find --

can we find it?

is it my head?

is it my arms? is it my ankles?

last time I remember my ankles, they were in sage brush --

last time I remember my head, it was blasting beneath the clear deep.


where am I really?

covered in a blanket beneath citylight I am suddenly

fourteen thousand feet with communion,

four in the morning in my hoodie,

a patio with penne and a silver screen,

a long ranger ride in the rain,

holding your hand,

waking beside cliff window,

the first aspens turning yellow.


holding matti beside the ice cream counter,

don't let me go.


we held hands in a circle in those aspens.

and I know I can't go back there,

no, I knew I couldn't stay.

I knew it while we stood there.


"to memorize a moment."


threads of vapor I'm supposed to stand on

to keep my head and arms and ankles in one place

a voice on the other line

sounds thin upon listening.


face on the floor. remember me. someone, remember me.


i am thankful,

i am thankful.


the violence time passes by

open crater of geography

some kind of anchor for the filmmaker


what is where?

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