Friday, May 27, 2016

Blue Absence

I have waited such a long time
struggling in the noose
remembering its shape as a magician's eight
the infinity of you
spread before me as a painting, as an ocean, as a memory
a poem in form
I have waited
and searched for forgetfulness
I ungrasp my fingers and still feel your touch
I tie the blindfold but you are everywhere in the darkness
I try not to speak your name but it resounds
unspoken upon my lips for so many years
still circled in the sky

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