The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

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2 months, 195 entries later...

I'm thankful.

I'm lucky. I got what I asked for, and that's all I could ask for.

The creeping flow of molten glass
Still, frozen in the evanier winter outside
seized and held in place my eyes
Desperate for what happens next like breath
escaping my body in whisps of ice crystal
condensate, a precarious precipitate
Dances on the wind soully clear

The touch on my arm of gentle fingertips
like reeds that bend the wind back
I feel her bring me back, wordless, still
From my gazing at the wintry windowsill
I'd ask her to join me in my lonesomeness
But she's already there and in moments
I realize this and catch the scent
of the sun's slowly dying stare

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