Wednesday, July 14, 2010

I'm almost sure I'll live to see
my imagination satisfied

so long it has glanced up
at the silver cord

felt its tug
strained on its leash

knowing flesh could not
satisfy the imagination

that holds it bound
in exhausting hungers

dry regret masking
moist memory

ignorantly wishing
it were what it in reality is

but sightless of that fact
yearning instead

for what it wants the facts
to be

and no matter here but
for nonplussed onlookers

who'll live to see me
living to see them

seeing me...

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

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