Tremor

I steal
A tremor,
Seismic quake
Unlocking our concluding
Pretensions,

Breaking the lowered bar
Between our bodies
And the bridge now gone.

Extinguished, beaten,
Are we wan, depressed
Because we’ve lived enough
To know the odds displayed
Across the tote board

Or hoping that this mess
Can cover naked hope,
Impossible desire this could
Survive enough
To break the cord
Again
And over 
Again?

- 5/8/25

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