sitting in the car watching rivulets of rain gather against the windshield mirge and break like the shadows on my face asking what do i want from this time here the earth is still spinning though the sacred sun is hidden isn't she? what do i want from time? the answer is you i want nothing but our two lives to meld and diverge like water on the clearest glass two futures and two separate pasts because the streaming prisms of who we are and what it means are all that i will ever need in order to remain a patriot to our names i beleived you when you whispered to me my three names into the darkness i respected your decision to seek shelter among our ripening limbs still waiting in the still air of a parked car i know that everything begins and begins again
