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Perdita in Volo
it comes back – the hell after you.
you go from here to there. to there.
you change your name. make a new face.
you are like a star, invisible among so many stars.
a nugget of gold is love
when we take it from the earth;
it cuts our hands. hurts to be close.
we bloom upon each other like solar flares.
not from intimacy, nor lack of it:
I can hold you just to hold you.
when a skylark weeps in the argent curtain of moonlight
a sonnet evolves in the drifting of clouds
then it will be enough.
knight of loneliness
that I ride a pallid horse;
abandon is my spirit’s name.
lay me down where you rest when the wind
torments a pavilion of revenants
lay me down in your bed unforgiven.
if you didn’t like me
I would have prepared an exit speech. or said nothing.
it comes back – the hell after you
(Art: Edward Weston)
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