the meeting place
so we meet again, under purple,
two shadows, not yet blackened.
inevitably, again reversal meets,
under purple, not yet black-end.
why do we meet? who are we? two
or many? multiply legion to soften
one another, insatiate eyes remain,
tolling, blanket of purple, a soft-end.
where did we meet? to what end?
end to end on end, head to feet,
toes to nose, navel to navel, even
the purple unfolds, uneven deaf-end.
and we are those that meet under
purple to sink into black, to shake
hands with eyes and eat bread in
secret, to flow satiate to dead-end.