When the ending arrives you may want a souvenir
You could be on a sleeper car maybe it will happen in the middle of a dream
Try to wake
Long enough to remember being down by the waves
You were a girl think back the girl was God a mind working to name itself
Bonfire clamshell moth in a jar
And God well God was the girl
Try to watch the sun’s clot bleed into ocean dip below
The rim’s flash takes less than a second
Her hunger was for keeps
Craving each adamant word like another life wanting to live each life again
Tender untouchable
A pulse over water