Wake up, welcome. 

Not as it was, now you know
now you know
the revelation that crawled inside,
took this coward out for lunch
hammered together anxiety and hope
and said finished. 

Without it we would have nothing. 

Oh, wrong, wrong. 
But I was pleased with my progress
forever more to know. 
We shook from ourselves 
as though dancing ahead. 

We are idiots and mystics not
wives, not parents or children
ever lying in bed, wishing for time. 

Clutching you to me like a stone
smooth happy
how cold I was, my nightdress
dipped in snow. 

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