i
whisper
in the hollow spaces
the glassless
openings
i hold
the ways
open for
those formless
desires
as they
bend and sweep
and curl
like fingers
around the cold hard bricks
of your sudden
emptiness
Saturday, June 16, 2012
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The image reminds me of the ancient library facade at Ephesus.... this building is not quite as beautiful, but the lonliness is similar.
This is a theme, depending on how you read it, that I'm not used to reading from you. But it is a beautiful poem! Almost an "efficient agony" moment! :)
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