wall we need one more for a territory to return to coming & going contained in we cannot wait to draw the water sweet bridge lips become animal & the animal becomes me *** where am I to find you without the wall the law of belonging to a form given by light all we need for peace is permission to trespass end to end the in between contrast is all we see oil light itself a weapon that threatens exposure *** your memory is now in your imagination your memory is now in my imagination your memory of me each time we meet we meet here commit the path to pathway if no land water if no land no burial where you can't reach me Excerpted from Cease by Beth Bachmann All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
