Monday, March 26, 2012

I've given you no sense of wonder

for wonder is a mealy thing

compared to being subsumed

in the flux of every happening of any instant

from first kiss to last tear

from the mounting arch of focused aspiration

to the crest declining into the sudsy waste

of lover's regret and effort's indifferent result

the whole process burns with blaze beyond wonder

and there I am and there you will be

if I've given you anything may it be

no sense of anything but sense itself

no mealy thing

and no wonder...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

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