Tuesday, February 14, 2017

poem:"teh reals"

It is within the dregs
The grey mottle of shadow
Nothing stirs
Breath suspends
Not in anticipation
But resignation
It is here on clouded floor
Under undecisive grey light
It hangs above
Like an unanswered question
Unfulfilled quest
The promise lost

Five years
Written in salinity
in ink in time
the candle
ne'er lit

It's fine
It's fine

It is it is

over now.

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