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[00:02.02]Slow pulsing red tower lights[00:10.66]Across a distance, refuge in the dust[00:18.04]All my life I can remember longing[00:26.31]Looking across the water and seeing lights[00:32.36]When I was five or six, we were camping in the islands in July[00:38.60]The tall yellow grass and the rose hips fragrant[00:43.38]After sunset, island beyond island[00:48.87]Undulating and familiar, not far from home[00:54.31]With my fragrant, whittled, cedared driftwood dagger[00:58.63]In the mildew canvas tent[01:01.30]I saw fireworks many miles away but didn't hear them[01:06.69]And I felt a longing, a childish melancholy[01:11.40]And then I went to sleep[01:13.90]And the aching was buried, dreaming, aging[01:19.74]Reaching for an idea of somewhere other than this place[01:25.01]That could fold me in clouded yearning[01:30.00]For nowhere actually reachable, the distance was the point[01:45.63]And then when I was twenty-four[01:48.27]I followed this ache to an Arctic Norwegian cabin[01:53.95]Where I said "**** the world" in a finally satisfying way[01:59.95]I stayed through the winter and emerged as an adult[02:04.12]Holding a letter from you, an invitation[02:08.82]So I flew back and drove back[02:11.74]And when we met in person it was instant[02:18.40]It didn't matter where we lived as long as we were together[02:23.22]And that was really true for thirteen years[02:28.20]And the whole time still[02:34.74]Slow pulsing red tower lights[02:44.27]Across a distance, refuge in the dust[02:56.09]In January, you were alive still[03:00.20]But chemo had ravaged and transformed your porcelain into some other thing[03:07.10]Something jaundiced and ******[03:10.47]They put you in the hospital in Everett[03:13.40]So I gave the baby away and drove up and down I-5 every night[03:20.56]Like a satellite bringing you food that you wanted[03:25.42]Returning at night to sleep in our bed, cold[03:32.32]I went back to feel alone there[03:37.14]All past selves and future possibilities on hold[03:41.76]Well I tore through the dark on the freeway[03:46.20]The old yearning burning in me[03:55.12]I knew exactly where the road bent around[04:00.12]Where the trees opened up and I could see[04:05.36]Way above the horizon, beyond innumerable islands[04:20.32]The towers on top of the mountain lit up slowly, silently beaconing[04:27.32]As if to say "just keep going[04:35.93]There is a place where a wind could erase this for you[04:43.24]And the branches could white noise you back awake"[04:49.93]So I went back to feel alone there but cradled you in me[05:06.22]In the National Gallery in Oslo[05:10.21]There's a painting called Soria Moria[05:15.09]A kid looks across a deep canyon of fog[05:18.97]At a lit up inhuman castle or something[05:32.58]I have not stopped looking across the water[05:36.41]From the few difficult spots where you can see[05:41.39]That the distance from this haunted house[05:44.57]Where I lived to Soria Moria is a real traversable space[05:54.86]I'm an arrow now[05:59.17]Mid-air[06:06.27]Slow pulsing red tower lights[06:13.33]Across a distance, refuge in the dust