Fragments

February 28, 2018 at 11:37 pm Leave a comment

 

Fragments
1.
The joy that you gave me
has all become remembrance,
sorrowed.

2.
Duck mirrored in the lake:
his hoarse call.
“Freedom.”

3.
The desert madman…
they called him wise.
He starved to death.

4.
This face recalled: surface’
reflection.
So bright, so sharp.

5.
And to truth?–silence
or a laugh.
Surfaces.

6.
After the word, silence.
After birth, death.
And after singing noise.

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All for tonite methinks.

 

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