• Marcel Wormsley

I Knew You Were There…


I knew you were there. I dreamt it One night By the fireside Of your bounteous imagination.

Your hands Only told me so much When wrapped tightly Around your shell of inconstancy.

When it breaks I will be there to recover the pieces And I will peer into them And follow every ridge to the end of space.

I knew you were not Before they noticed. Your song was hastened And in vast disarray.

You never finished But I was there to applaud you And walk you to the pond Where you vowed to Cast your restless ghosts.

Your scarlet armure coat Lies here on your bed Still dusty from the last excursion And missing a button.

I wrap myself in it sometimes And pretend it’s my shell. You incubate me, And I am blind to all except Your whimsical patterns And the acrid, smoke-twilled Scent that follows them.

I knew you were with me When my body became still And faced consecration To the dusty ages Where Time refused to go.

We reflected on the rise of An abandoned moon Coruscating with desire in all directions; It would be our new home, The place where you would

Come to rest After journey’s end, And before I awaken you, I will consolidate your thoughts Into elongated spheres Of approximate histories And gauzy projections Of future tidings,

As we dance arm in arm To the beginning of certainty, Where I will have been Already awaiting your return, Coat in hand.

Art: “Woman with Black Hat” Egon Schiele

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