Saturday, July 12, 2014

Answer


light unfolds
in the room that I immeasurably inhabit
twice you ask why
I know no reason
I don't play questions and answers

I save the light up to the edge of my pupil
while I irreparably caress the dusk
called shadow and paint it
till it disappears

offer and counteroffer
I say

take me
push me to the edge
save what I waste
love the drought and
shoreless stream
and know
this is this

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