Never
A bank of parched grass and a spark:
golden flames weave and wend
across the blue divide
and catch us unawares
Unable to douse or steer the blaze
it rages through our lives
welding us together
and settles to a flicker
Until the frost and the rains
crack the harried surfaces
and the poles of opposition
wedge the cores apart
But we lash ourselves together
against the weathering,
and the swithering within,
and steer a course for breaking waves
where common cause would save us
but here we lie apart now
two wrecks on the ocean-bed
silting up with ruefulness
poem by Jim Hogg
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