Friday, February 7, 2014

Genesis 2: In Writing

It begins with absence
the emptiness contained more
an inside
from which outsides can split
endless flowing rivers
wandering ever further

Till you again find the absence
the still, silenced murmur
dissipated in the mist
that enters your lungs
wets your hair

you breath it
in your flesh
see it in other flesh

Two absences
two groping hands
brought together
further apart
always against
never united

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