When I most think I know,
like some strange ghost
I haunt myself.
Then is the universe more seeming -
some strange pantomime of meaning,
soundless seams that split revealing
Confusion
and the vacant human form.
When I most think I know,
like some strange ghost
I haunt myself.
Yet, still, beyond my vision lies
some burned and burning brightness, eyes
that seem to hold so close, so closed
What strains the sight, like light at dusk.
When I most think I know,
like some strange ghost
I haunt myself.
The snow is falling, falling from far off
-- there --
She raises up her eyes, and,
smiling, laughing,
Opens to the sky.
Please tell me what you think
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Still as amazing as ever! :]
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