For the last time 
two forms that moved together in the night, receiving
as onto a flat blacker starlit plane 
both as incorrigible, glowered 
A presence prepared vaguely a soft light 
It was a very good night 
and in a millennium of several thousand years to the day 
when water fell not only from the sky 
from the rocks 
and from the trees 
it fell from the unseen plans 
it deflowered hair's ends 
and it fought memories 
and it injured the truth 
and as it appeared in the foreground of a color facade 
it was like liquid voussoir