You are thinking
And you are sinking
Into that thinking.–
I cannot find you there.
It has a story to tell:
All this around you
And not a word to spare
At the end of the telling.
In one eye
The whole world can wither and die
And in the other eye be reborn . . .
Where are you now
Who emerged from me full throated?
I recognized those old, naive fragments
in the robustness of your stride.
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
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