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Cloister
Dead-end lips…
Not knowing where to go,
after parting!
Mark on the skin.
Fake tattoo!
Kiss dropped.
Punch, bite!
I don't know if I want you
I don't even know where I am.
blood lost in
auricles…
Mystery that runs in
artery network.
the fingertips
creeping up walls
of anti-matter! (?)
So many runners without
direction; plates
on the opposite way,
hang tags.
I do not know what to do
I don't even know where I'm going.
So many windows and
Trusses and lattices.
Bricks tattooed on the walls.
The thoughts
entwined in the foam
of the roaring sea.
In echoes in the shells
asleep.
I don't know if I still remember
what I don't know
of the most forgotten things.
PAR
Published 13th Jun 2023
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16th Jun 2023 1:15pm
The energy of this one conveys a mix of emotions I think. There is a sense of the frenetic in the way it unfolds, it sparks and wails, there is a sense of loss, perhaps of reflections in regret upon the intimate relationships and their absence. There is a sense of the forlorn in the close, the images of the sea, which carries off and erases into its vastness. Your second stanza has a sense of vulnerable revelation that engages and resonates. I hear and feel you my friend.
