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The Night
One day, the candle will go out;
I will stand in the dark
groping for the key to the sun,
gathering only dust.
That day, my breath will be useless,
another absurd gesture,
a habit to quit.
You will leave me, mother,
and I will only have eyes for the night.
I will stand in the dark
groping for the key to the sun,
gathering only dust.
That day, my breath will be useless,
another absurd gesture,
a habit to quit.
You will leave me, mother,
and I will only have eyes for the night.
Published 9th Aug 2023
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9th Aug 2023 12:16pm
Profound...
In many ways I have
felt like...
Everyone I love is dead...
But that is not true...
In any event...
I have thought about "in the event of the death of my mother"...
I once said "the loss of love is like the death of God"...
That logic...
Death is like the death of God...
(Just inspired a poem...)
But yes...
(In thinking of losing my mom...
Twas like...
The reinvention of alone... (Another poem...)
You capture it so well...
Wonderful work...
In many ways I have
felt like...
Everyone I love is dead...
But that is not true...
In any event...
I have thought about "in the event of the death of my mother"...
I once said "the loss of love is like the death of God"...
That logic...
Death is like the death of God...
(Just inspired a poem...)
But yes...
(In thinking of losing my mom...
Twas like...
The reinvention of alone... (Another poem...)
You capture it so well...
Wonderful work...
13th Aug 2023 2:56am
