the same poem
the same poem
over and over again
finding so many different ways
to keep saying the same thing
I
is where it all begins –
[where else?]
the view from here
where the first person sits
would be a panorama –
three-sixty degrees of fullness
but the observer is focussed
all concentration
all mind,
each thought
each waking moment
every particle of consciousness
directs itself away from here
what is a being so annihilated
so unaware of self
so core-less
so attenuated of personality
empty –
unless something fills
Love
now we begin to see –
a light in the empty heart
a warmth in the nothingness
healing for all broken things
ease of lonely agony
passion replacing fear
a sense of completeness
this thing is magical
making enchanted connections
this thing is magnetic
seeking the opposite pole
this thing is all-consuming
and has eaten away self
abolished
replaced
re-made
You
at the centre of it all
where the eye looks
where all senses aim
where every sensation is
where each nerve ends
the meaning
the reason
the philosophy
the faith,
the coherence of life
the turning of the world
the wheeling of galaxies
a myriad of blinding suns –
but
at the ending of it all
to blessed wonderment –
a woman
a girl
the same poem
the same poem
over and over again
finding so many different ways
to keep saying the same thing
merely
only
I love you
Bronze trophy winner
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