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By spaceman Date: 2002 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.25.17.55.18881]] |
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A poem begins where there is a tear in the fabric of my life. A seam ripped out jagged edges falling apart give breath and life to words that strain to ease my heart Words that fall over themselves trying to sort and piece together blocks of feeling, pain, love, despair into a blanket of substance, of sense of meaning. By falling into my life you have torn a hole with edges that won't meet. Where does joy meet sadness, how does desire meet despair? Where does hope meet memory? Why does with you still mean without you? |