Jars


Two Jars

jars
are we not
with those units
of measurement, held
in each other’s conscious eyes

happiness
in stoves of love

peace
on the bed of thought

life
by the window of light

in jars
they come

in jars
they go

jars, we cannot escape
jars, we cannot separate

to measure the self
but forget those units
around you
ends the love

to measure yourself
but forget those units
around me
ends peace

life
it seems
made for sharp ears
to hear your glassy feet
and know when to stop measuring myself
to open my eyes and start measuring you

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