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For Kainudy
I awake;
my eyes full of dreaming
brim with tears
to find you real
while I am a ghost.
Emptiness
that steered my
soul across
the void
back to you
has faded like time
into the darkness.
Joy
is fragile
a delicate
silver shadow
shattered
as readily as
fine glass.
Love
survives
death and
transcendence
yet that
which I was
and that
which I am
and that
which I will become
will always cherish you.
I am nothing
but my long road
my gains and losses
words and silences
refusals and coerced agreements.
A dancing marionette
collapsed between acts
A stumbler
seeking answers with a white-tipped cane
A drowner
struggling in a dry sea
An insomniac
scratching the dust for dreams
Will you love me
for my yesses
though they are make-believe?
Need me
for pretending
there are no nos?
BoingDragon - 9/8/90
Short Stories:
Tune-Up Terror
The End Of Days
Fifteen Minutes With Warhol
Divine Recursion
A Date With Death
Sheep's Clothing
Essays:
What Can You Say About Chocolate-Covered Manhole-Covers?
Who Will Mourn?
Poetry:
For Kainudy
The Unicorn
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