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A Memory Of An Ache Within Time
I ache forward,
every step toward
Further distance from you is
a concrete thud in my chest.
I look for leverage–
It’s heavy dangling
From the dark
That still feels–
to rip the world off
Another fresh wound
opened beyond
The bandage of what
I believed I once knew.
My torn chest; the threads
I dangle from sleeves frayed
And stained with
incommunicable patterns–
I glimpsed, nothing scribed,
gazing into
The open soul
Of recurring time,
It was sand I sank into.
Long dried, upon where
Red waters in memory
Lapped hot at my
Boat as it came
Ashore in the cold.
© Casper Gray
every step toward
Further distance from you is
a concrete thud in my chest.
I look for leverage–
It’s heavy dangling
From the dark
That still feels–
to rip the world off
Another fresh wound
opened beyond
The bandage of what
I believed I once knew.
My torn chest; the threads
I dangle from sleeves frayed
And stained with
incommunicable patterns–
I glimpsed, nothing scribed,
gazing into
The open soul
Of recurring time,
It was sand I sank into.
Long dried, upon where
Red waters in memory
Lapped hot at my
Boat as it came
Ashore in the cold.
© Casper Gray
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