Monday, October 24, 2011

The Gap

fair-weather days and nothing
can settle in my dull head
I have vanquished the theives
with a will to steal my peace
and shove me back into the dark
and brooding pools that gather
around my feet

all about  me the spacious blue
dome of the world,
no splintered mind of too much past
and too much future
I have lived this destrcution
long enough, lingered to
to sip the bitter waters
of what cannot be undone

but nothing can last after all,
moments of presence come and go,
that place to slip into when the sailors
call to me, enter the gap, my friend,
that space between your endless thoughts

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