Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Kit Kelen #570 - closer


570
closer

here I am at the turning
all my own dark
as in prayer

one wishes to leave
without the bitterness
takes some bluster

like the little blue pill imagined
past it's use-by
the iron taste persisting

see the dark come down
spreads from the ceiling

how dark it is they go
even if to light
the loved

closer
closer
till I am the edge

the turn is at the line abandoned
there's no one there
there never was
there's no one
ever there again

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