I listen at the shore

of your breathing
you end where

I can not begin &
I begin where

you never end
where do I return to

when I am returning from myself

does my presence

disrupt the past
an occupation of land is

an occupation of language
violence is legislated

in our ways of
                           seeing

and not being seen
that which is made

invisible in a name
translating the infinite

               into this finite
history. leaving us

in the bones of someone else’s empire
you speak of raising awareness

but I speak to raise the dead
the body displaced

                 dispossessed
with nowhere to haunt

but itself
scratching for that piece

of eternity in your undying mouth
the names we speak back into life

when we return

when we slide under history’s door

see(th)ing through the cracks of this broken language
this un-writing will

not stop where language ends
this un-settling will

   never settle
this dispossession will return

        to possess you