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Who reigns over the mind,
who reigns over the sea,
who reigns over the heart
you gave to me?

There is a past
beyond the past
of what you see.

Under this vaulted ceiling,
old vows, twisted,
hold us.
The building will survive,
the issue at hand
is the issue undecided.

Outside, evening;
the sea opens out
from land currents rising,
I think of the mist clearing
on the far end
of our childhood.

I picture, also in thought,
a house of slender raptures
cradled in branches of trees
that whisper.
Inside, on oceans in dance,
beginning kindnesses float.

Brushfires recalled
bear us away
past ghostly battles,
memory lost,
mortal body unmoving.

Music,
hand to toe,
moves unconfessed
through territories
sacred with trust.

At sunset, a trumpet,
close, enlivens thin air.