Event Horizon
Ebb and flow, nothing before
the event horizon fell on me
featherlight of a hot life with ice
the collected years, misunderstood
I chose her for the hair she wore
she laughed at the things I said
an alarming way of wearing pain
and sure her odd way with words
This isn’t the story of the world
told by the fire, told in the wind
but of traffic, relapse, and delusion
old habit and misremembered love
At the table sits the air I breathe
the light is provided mostly free
once gifted in a silent transit
a most urgent universe of events.
incredible, intense
ReplyDeleteHa! What a pot of stew! Thank you, Efi.
Delete(Also, the first and last time I try to put up a picture. 40 minutes later, from China, blocked in Chinese, translated, untranslated, VPN, VPN blocked some more etc. Βλάκας!)
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ReplyDeleteThank you for listening, dear Anna.
DeleteThis is so fun and light and heavy and all. Weavers weaving.
ReplyDeleteDear Kerri, Sure I was looking for a balance of all that soup. So many drafts. I thought it was impossible to make. I kept on working the edges, you know what that is. I'm very happy that you like it.
ReplyDeleteWonderful use of language and phrasing. Good work. I'm relieved it didn't finish on a downer.
ReplyDeleteHa! One more feather and it might have, mate.
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