ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
JJ Moves On |
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a sound delicate
and sublime
perfectly balanced
she bites my hand
with the gravest care
a nibble from wild beast
in atypical home
composed of strangers
somehow bound together
one at the end
one at the beginning
two in the midst
of coming to the light
and that evening
became memorable
in celebration of a loved one
who crossed the threshold
[3-X-2021]
Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder |
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"He has left us alone but shafts of light sometimes grace a corner of our rooms"