But there was a time we were lashed to the prow / of a ship you may board but not steer / before 'you and I' ceased to mean 'now' / and began to mean only 'right here' / to mean inches and miles but not years / before space had a taste of its limits / and a new sort of coordinate awoke / making time just another poor tenant; / bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes / in the war between us and our ghosts.

-- Songs for breaking up (and letting go) (and holding on).

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