The day that comes
when I don't have to explain anything--
a loneliness will be quelled within me.
Of my soul, an understanding--
with scarcely a defense.
A great chasm,
when crossed,
leaves still the gorge behind,
though the river beneath
knows nothing of an emptiness.
My heart pumps but
this canyon river though me--
One needs not a bridge over it,
or boat.
Only to swim this river--
to know nothing of emptiness.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
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