Author:		James Harris
Posted:		5/14/2004; 10:43:46 PM
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You shouldn't have to live other lives inside this one
Hiding in plain sight, a story is beginning in the leaves

Spoken, the story leaves more unproclaimed than said
Without the story—its essential lie—truth is hard to hold

A new absence shoulders in, and requires imagination
Were they lost, did they wander to find me, these demands?

Let me start over in the middle, or maybe let the middle be the end
You stand in the road and watch, mouth open, knowing the moment

At last, restive and spent, I am given control
Make sense, or don't, but sing at least

I can't give you anything but love day in and day out baby
I've inflected it to you, I hope it takes you by surprise

It's not the agony I mind, it's the intermittent ecstasies
People I love disappear faster and faster—it's out of control