ORANGIAH OHRANGER (dash! dash! ohranger!)

I have nothing new to say
to you, that has not been whispered
in countless histories,
ancestors to another
millennia of adorations,
children mocking the
palest smoke of lineage.

But all I say is for the first time―
I have never whispered these words
so tenderly to another,
neither has the universe
 (that is you)
ever heard them.

You do not want to leave anything behind in this world,

but you leave me.

I’m sorry you can no longer disappear so kindly.