I know now love by its impossible measure that itS denial, equally forms its presence but that the imagination still seek its flesh / will not still
the human cry -
how name the sorrow, that defines you as those who define their well being in eelfish smugness
we know the world will go
.
it was not the distance gone nor what I saw regaled my change of mind; it was the edge
a margin to
the changeable energy of uncertainty that yields to this thought:
to be without you
a simultaneous sense of life/ its obliteration
.
I walk from the hole
to love/
the mirrored edge that cast me |