take what you need
or all you can save;
all you ever wanted will burn in a blaze.
look not for the ending –
the end is unmade;
all you ever lived for will carry these days
far beyond the ties of time.
the shrill streaks of morning ignite some closing loss
and the silence speaks more human weight
than you’ve ever known;
for words are like weapons
that only will disclose your weakness.
but all that was breaking,
all that was stone,
are as far beyond you as the stars;
as far beyond them as you are.
whatever love will take apart
beyond these precious moments,
these alone are undivided;
and when the night holds weight,
pouring unfamiliar pain
in black sheets of separation –