Thursday, September 9, 2010

Carted Jem

There is no misunderstanding
Of the words that swirl around
My ears burn with remembering
And pause here with daily escaping

The paperback edition still lies
There where I see it daily so often
Waiting for me to complete the end words
Afraid the last pages might unravel

Something I would carry possibly as
E.E. C. did as the sky of the sky flows
Something so large and above words
With a simplicity completely its own

Okay to be an unknown in a full day
To have your smile in rabid thoughts
All your own sneaking a quiet gander
A gilded muse with hidden wings behind

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