I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us and she beat us to the finish as we ran through the fields you were born in the city and you didn't recognise me your beauty unexpected like a flower in the concrete some gods far below the worlds undiscovered set you up to ruin temples to find me on the streets I'm an alias of who I am a counterfeited fake in the picture I am kneeling like a dying saint jerome hurling rocks at the demons who tried to come too near till you came in and possessed me now I feel at home I remember the time I walked for seven hours and thought about the people I had known for so long all the castles I had built of of fine and precious sand till you came in like the tide now I don't care that they are gone as we floated up the river I translated the verses that were written on memorials for the ships that had sank and I thought about the people that traded sinking for uncertainty and drowned because of lonliness before they reached the banks on a beach near Barcelona the young girls cry for mary and they bury earthen vessels in the rocks by the sea I am sending out a bottle with a prayer upon the waves that you'll find inside my picture and your memory will unfold me we were talking about a trip that I had taken to the canyons and you told me of a river that had cut through time leaving only the pictures of long dead sons and daughters and you told that the paintings looked a lot like mine I try and watch myself to see what I am saying but my heart is on my collar and I'm asking you to take it I don't want to go back to the way things were before before the dawn turns into morning I want you there to break it and a thousand years from now when our names are just a memory and poets have recorded what happened in the past lovers loving in the night will find our forms in constellations seekers seeking for salvation will find our stories in the stained glass a boy in the city who has never seen the morning as he's running arm in arm with you through the fields will be caught unexpected by a flower in the concrete it will all return again just like a potter's wheel
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