Sticking Together
By: John Grey
When everything is just microwaves and static,
muddled strands of interference,
we'll be lakeside, dipping our hands in the water,
watching our reflections marshal their resources
to become a rippling pair of overlapping faces.
When what cannot bring about its own destruction
will be extinguished by outside forces,
we'll lie back on the bank, hip to hip,
advancing the sun's cause
with a touching warmness of our own.
When meaning is undecipherable,
speculation leads to unreasoning,
and all others break on the stone
of bitterness and uncaring,
we'll be together,
cozy and contrary,
and put to better use.
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