Try to Wake

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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