2/13/2006

Absent

Disturbing, isn't it?
that place
where all eyes
are not vital
appendages;

we don't speak
about unusual
dreams...

that girl-child
who carved
flesh soft

with sharp
things.

Crazy, isn't it?
the meaning
of "to feel"
sometimes

the absence
imprints itself

against
the grain
of stone.




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