years from now
in an ancient museum
standing out
as one thing
that endured
our combined contemporary
art
there
for all to see
and for us to know
as we have always
known
that is how it started
but before that
there was a pause
* * *
it started from a pause
on the third dot
of an ellipsis
a full-stop
it revolved
evolved
like a word
on the tip
of a tongue
like a word
you know
but cannot
recall
waiting
wanting
to drip
and form
honey pots
one
wanting
to be a honey pot of faith
and the second
waiting
to be a honey pot of hope
* * *
years have gone
past us
since then
thousands days
each day a thousand years
long
and i visit this museum
this day
like i do
everyday
to stroll down
its passages
and see
what we've
found
kept
preserved
discarded
hidden
deformed
changed
kept
let go
* * *
i look
at two old honey pots
on two easels
of ivory
centre pieces
with strobe lights
which don't
work any more
they did once
as the lights caught words
and moved with words
that moved
us
and paused
the moment
of the word
made it
stationary
so that
we could stand right next to it
hold it
kiss it
believe it
live it
but now
the honey pots of
words
lie there
centre pieces
with
dust
cobwebs
devoid
of shadows
and devoid
of lights
empty pots
filled with
empty words
of faith and hope
* * *
a few steps ahead
accentuated
by ripped up canvasses
hung
two old frames
masterpieces
of our
adamancy
mine
exhibited
in an ellipsis
yours
showcased
in a full-stop
yours
placed
right below
mine
the raison d'être
a full stop begins
when an ellipsis ends
* * *
and then
in the sacred section
the revered archives
i come face to face
with two exquisite sculptures
the most fragile
in us
in bronze
now dimmed
but still
a transient space
a transcendental space
made luminous
by the awareness
of each next to the other
that one space
where we stay together
forever
sculptures of
our fear
* * *
yours was a lizard
mine is a wall
* * *
