Thursday, September 30, 2004

POEM - Day Soliloquy

this soliloquy of a day
with blanched bluish sky
flaccid and limp,
reminds me of the hurt
to be an open palm -

that filling up requires emptiness -
that being alone requires conscious effort
that knowing how love and knowing how to hate
are really the same thing -

that giving blindly and stupidly
is all i can do.

MB 2004

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