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Time keeps bleeding backwards
You glide silently on, unmoved —
Sightless to your own reflection
Impossible to go back where
You started, the wind is tracing
Your lines on the bridge at evening
You lie down, wavering
Between shadows, bodiless
Voiceless in unvarying beds
You close your sleepy eyes
Your white dress flakes away
Layer by layer, history by history
Then rise like moonlight—
Climbing into clouds and
Make love to your own words
You run like water through
The fingers of morning —  come
Back transformed as airy nothing
You’ve become echoes
In the closet, where even the
Coats have forgotten your name
©Selena Howard,2012