Soon the path is fog

While these hands

have broken bread,

caressed drooling

lips of pleasure,

while grey wax streams

down these cheeks

for soon the path is fog,

a dotted line of street lamps,

lumps of light

doses of darkness,

nothing but cold in the event

silence in the hour;

a particle swinging between cars

and the busy lives of chimeras

this shadow amongst transparencies

this elevation without certainties

I navigate like lost wind

through edifices and glow

seeking a new contradiction

a newer totality

or the last

dust of god.

CONTEMPORARY POETRY BLOG

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