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What's Happening Here

Transgender Day of Remembrance
has occurred on November 20 each year in the United States since 1999.
All this quiet far-reaching through the galaxy above us on the edge of Heaven, over the noise of counting the night’s soft curves, legs, arms and hands.

You come to me and hold my hand and we walk along the river’s edge. You speak to me of the world’s formation and explosion and radiance over the noise of counting the night’s soft curves, legs, arms and hands.

You look to me for answers to a riddle, “What the hell is going on here, all this quiet far-reaching through the galaxy above you on the edge of Heaven over the noise of counting the night’s soft curves, legs, arms and hands?”

I look at you uncomfortably, “I do not know... I do not know who you are.” You stop walking and let go my hand. I can hear you quietly weeping.

“Is this a dream?” I ask. "All this quiet far-reaching through the galaxy above us on the edge of Heaven?” “No.”, you whisper. "I am the daughter of Love and you are mortal man.”

You face me now, naked and crying, your hand tenderly touching my cheek. “We haven’t much time. I have something I must reveal to you tonight over the noise of counting the night’s soft curves, legs, arms and hands.”

Lifting your divine head you gaze at the stars. It is then, in your eyes reflection, that you reveal unto me a distant, immeasurable and magnificent world. “What world have you shown me? Is it beyond our reach? Is it Heaven?” “No.” You say. “Then where is this marvelous and peaceful world?”

You have vanished. “No! Where is this world you’ve revealed to me? Please! I must know! What the hell's going on? Where's all this quiet far-reaching through the galaxy above us on the edge of Heaven over the noise of counting the night’s soft curves, legs, arms and hands?” Silence. ..."You are there" echoes your voice from the dark. I begin to weep.


Copyright © 2007 mrp / thepoetryman

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