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THROUGH FLIGHT   For a moment we are borne into the air and then down   It is there, behind everything   On the corner outside your Wohnung where the steps descend to meet the train you leave, it stops   What is rawness but an opening?   The space inside me to which you climb and never leave   Fours hours, ours then I begin counting down (What a long journey this life will be without you)   Meanwhile the train slips through the night and we hear nothing Past the place we inhabited, on different strata, unseeing   Until evening, the air calm after a day of enveloping everyone   And it’s just us The stove The coffee has done heating Smoke out of the window It is us Just             ENEMIES   Beyond the reach of the body – we insist   Balance our submission, coarse and delicate Spoil the thing to get closer to the thing   Afterwards kneeling Gentle Ask for the exception, beg to see the sight seen only with eyes closed   Reciprocity is a soft animal   Attempting to satisfy, your boastful display of contempt   Down the leaves Wet the dry The way takes only a moment   We are sharper than words and steeper