I am what I am not
but would be,
best forgot
under the sky the stars the moon
I dance and you are
lost
away like the
reaches of my
tired heart.
can you see me can you tell?
nothing was and never will.
in the skylight
all is found
in the evening,
in the ground.
come to me, come yes, away
and in the end,
just one
other day.
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Just some thoughts--some ideas, like an unformed pocket left discarded in an old sewing room, never finished; half-darned, with a bit of embroidery thread lost betwixt the sheets.
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