for Larry

We walked as one

up a staircase,

sucked in, through

the doorway into

delight. You played

the piano

to a backdrop

of candles

and absolute

dimlost light.

We were anywhere,

dragged into thoughts,

individual,

everywhere and yet

altogether, upstairs

from George. It was

not quite usual,

it was not quite

legal it was

not quite, it was

disquiet.

It was only one

of us and everyone

and you were so

literal and spectacle

and we ended the night

lying on the

campusgrass

marvelling at

the world in 3d

and quoting that guy

who said if we’re

all of one consciousness

there’s only one

of us here and your life

ended not much

later and we think of you in certain lights.