After Argument Dawn

I just looked out the window and thought, I'm crazy . . . I'm crazy . . .


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After Argument Dawn

How could we when the dark made sense at last
And where is the “we” so smothered by morning?
All those eggs consumed with ego, all that talk
Of revolution skidding off track into tension
Like the questions we shouldn’t ask.

We have no reference for what we are
But the goodness and heat of our entwinement;
Quick and calm now the apologies pour forth,
Replies flow thick from ancient source,
This river of our-self before we were two.

Really, it’s so much pepper on scrambled eggs,
Words ground out from the heart to be eaten
Like everything else, and forgiveness
Like roses beading with tears like everything
Else in the sun’s orange rising again.