Friday, May 06, 2016

"like the deserts miss the rain"

all the things I never said
or did
all those words, all those places
all those futures
just dropped into a vast hole
and are still falling
my bundle of rags
a still-living thing
within, falling

Google Earth shows this scene from above
a great black well, stone-rimmed, at the equator
at the very mid-point of the Earth
a cry uplifting like a ghost
reaching out
a long shadow walking from it
never now to return

the screen is shaky, uncertain
then resolved

these are things of which
it can now never speak or think again


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