[And for the first time, begins], Simon Perchik

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And for the first time, begins
till even today all water
longs to escape with the sun

the way the dead have been taught
and once on shore
wait for the waves to open again

as flowers smelling from salt
and lips and readiness
–it’s not by accident

blood at the slightest chance
will run away
though not every wound

can be traced back to the sharp turn
and circling down into stones
by the mouthfuls –you taste a sea

stained by faraway nights
and teeth then loneliness
and not one star is spared

–by morning the throbbing
is at home in your heart
brings it closer and closer

as if a sister sun, not yet visible
rises inside the months, years, oceans
and what you carry off

is the silence they once were
silent and covered with smoke
no longer struggling or grass.

Simon Perchik

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