no list making
recollections
periodic tables are passe.
desire to find
our words immortal.
i threw my rock into
the sea and
mused on
a wave i created
some
where.
i watched the light
in flight and thought
about your finger
tips
stroke
a whole palm saddling the side
of my face
what happened.
a drowsy fog.
a sugared impression
so sinister
shades of purple blue
mutantly stitched by shamed
creatures, sulky silhouettes
i watched the light in flight.
and saw in quiet contemplation what
it bought
and realised in stark humility
what was stolen.
quiet. quiet.
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