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Of shipwreck and stranded souls
desiring rescue on distant shoals...
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Thick with
homicidal natives,
painting pianos,
straight-backed chairs,
and hands that gesture
but never touch...
our space was found.
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This bed a gentler shore
bodies bank upon
with no desire for rescue.
Do you ever leave the blissful bedding to chat anymore?
ReplyDeleteSouls a plenty.
ReplyDeleteStranded souls, lost people.. wishing to find something or someplace or to be found.
Perhaps when someone is lost, they look for what's missing in another. A reflection -- not of what's there, but what's missing.
-Caravaggio