tom taylor - i found you again

Fortunes acres declare the woods recovered, beloved’s armies restore the fortress into its final accuracy from a wooden ark re-nude at morning’s hours in the heart beating one on one you called again and left a message on my side tattooed like a raven on the wing be forward allowances mark the match of solitudes a together sign of approaching time and tune sung from the morning’s after-dream significances with potatoes in the coffee some strange beverage left on the counter in order to awaken from the frozen time of sleep as if some destiny were unfolding before our very eyes and tongues wagging all around the world are smoothed out terms for forgiveness and tempo alleged beyond empty hours.
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this was the call today in the fingertips along your sigh and scene unrecorded years were let fall by the bareness of your flesh before my heart’s eyes yielding into mornings scene without cessation an arm across the acres under the quilt you’d said again no matter is the muse’s emptying charm might flux across the eons at the spading fork left in the ground beside the river flaming upward from markers let and then restored like something new a terminal for the major rooms unmet yet recorded in this tapping electrons onto the screen.
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I’ll call the moment mine and thine as if some arrows hit the mark again splitting down the center of the shaft the longer strokes unintended pleasures remind the absences you heard from your own being on the shelf of time abandoned as we are by the sources that feed and read from the morning down the day’s times and seasons arriving by the numb and some declarations of loyalty emerged from the darkness of the day’s motives stung aside in remote canyons full of strangers who were once known at allies in these dreams
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arm and hand signals refute the silence of the hours, flowers fill the inner spaces with a perfume which clings to the air and marks these senses as if they were known by all in a single word ‘love’ making its debut in vocabulary and rhythm from their own polarities assigned by choice and the power which drives the flesh into its appositions on the moon you’d been a long way gone to come back into focus and claim a spot inside defensive walls which had been long established yet which fell before your song and dance which keeps alive the lingering heart between us restored onto the shelves of the closet against all odds remute and sensual yet silent on the hours of the moon’s declination en retard.
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together on the bridge at last we dance among your presence unit and string under the hand of dog we find the moment clean enough renews the mail stops unsung treasures link the spoken and the silent realms into a song without pity or doubt and laid against the terms preceding all this monumental isolation as if a statue beamed and sang alerted rooms are filled with light you’d long forgotten in the shadows of your latent life among the natives on the beach loading up their donkeys with sand and wood and toiling up the hill in forgetful motions clearing the way for new life beginning in the dark of time’s ark
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so fool the waves into their surf and turf at the heart’s roadhouse littered at the hill a room a song an unfound door from other days and ways which went in circles unrepeated grow rooms light’s hanging gardens not for sail or season but calm upon the face of the day as if you grew again another heart inside the one you have with my name on it a song and sign which comes again to lurk inside the moment of allowance and thyme its soups and reasons formed by time’s reluctance to leave us outside this room of love and song again.