Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Liberate
In the fractal edges of her love
Where the sands at singing beach mutter under footfall
Just one set now
Ten twilights she sickly slept and through it all he tried to warn her
Though he would never dare to call her name again
This, I would call fair
In obsessive toil
Navigating the idea of some sun shining world
The cloud collapsing ocean still survives this starving conclusion
And her special sense of tragedy and dreams
That impression she left
lives on in chattering sands
Her endless and tiresome sense of "justice"
Closed the door in the face of another orphaned season
So many lives ago
So many long letters ago
Abandoned
Still, in another world, He promises to be on her side
This, I would call fair
This, I would call sanctuary
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2 comments:
I like this photo!
How are you doing ?
Thanks so much Mai. I will hopefully be showing some work in March at IPAL Kagawa. It would be great to see you there if you can make it.
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