26.8.12

he'd been only once, though it lasted 34 years, one month, pretzel

I have known, with constant frequency,
an aloneness whose coming i recognize
but  to which produce no obstacle.
Its permeating presence is one
so grand it cannot be discouraged.
I have also given up to try to
give myself distraction in its company. I
concede.
(and in each concession i gain more nervous
fear, for i can only watch.)
(and in each watching moment
I am more at wonder)

I have never been an one to ask
for help, But here there less will
than disbelief
in any skill to help me.
Intent is pure but one
can only
carry a cup to the river,
and back.



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