Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into an artifice of eternity.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

EXILE


~For J.H.~

I have lived elsewhere my whole life,
and now that it has become my life

that is where imagination finds me,
traipsing back to where what’s truer

than it ever was before delivers me here
into memory’s essential elsewhere.

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