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By Cosenza Hendrickson 

Time is an untuned harmonium
that Muzaks our nights and days
.  

and we are forever
 jostling each other
 in and out of that God-rhythm they call love— last night,
for instance,
 we were hurting each other
 at the end of a perfect day,
 under the floodlights that loomed over us, their brightness
cold  and hollow as an empty theater.

Time does not heal anything.  
 Only gods can do that.  
But God told us we are gods:  
 our fingers,  
 our lips,  
 our singing softly on the drive home.