"My Life in Two Worlds"
In the other life I led
where the broken window leads inwards
crushed hope lay on my plate
above was the red sun at night
on your Parisian streets
hope ran wild eternity flowered
in every second I bled eternity
within you I became
the infinity of loss
no division between life and death.
Both cowered before my new vision.
Years later, in New York City, I saw
in your eyes you had never seen
what I had been given.
If we were in a story of my own
writing I would give you
my vision opening wilder than
infinite hope of rebirths, those gods
of any civilization within my human hand
driven images unwieldy within imagination
now such fresh blood under my touch.
I would give you what fear of
Death has taken from you.
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