Tuesday, September 1, 2009

I've exhausted my grief at last--

the numbness is sweet--
the colors of the sunset are more vivid--
the 'thing-ness' of this world's objects
correct idiot notions of miracle and salvation--

all expectations gone and in their place
the earth as it is--the sky as always the void
holding us to our remembrance
of infinity--and people as they always are--

others I caused myself grief over--
because I thought they had what I lacked--
because I thought I needed it--
because I forgot the shimmering eternity of the moment because

I had yet to be exhausted...

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