for today
June 14, 2008 at 2:36 pm Leave a comment
very little, except a piece again from voices :
On True Love and Its Essential Value
having turned
and turned again
to that (now faded)
portrait of you, a bust…
You are so much
a part of me
there is no place
i can say, you began…
And i knew this, that there
was no forgetting.
I knew that then.
I did not hold. I let go.
having turned
and turned again
to your portrait…at length, for a while, i manage to
look away.
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–Glenn
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