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Even Now

Even now –
long after
the hour
that marks
the peak
and death
of day

Even now –
the children
so stricken
by dreams
they’re gone
from you,
far into
their own
already lengthening
secret memories

Even now –
after sitting
the singing
bowl unstruck
the mind
is not
a river –
Only You
like flowers
in gardens
never seen

Even now –
silence escapes –
finding her
she breaks.
Your hands
are cramped
are emptied
It is
you know
all about
the grip –