116. With not even a speck missed

In a dramatic night I walk barefoot at 2 AM from bed to desk to draw and write:

A scream in space

A scream in space

A scream

Is lost in endlessness

Is broken into a thousand pieces

Swirling in immaterial void

Unheard

 

And yet

Every single atom of its being

Is accepted

With utter dedication

To fully know

With not even a speck

Missed

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2 Responses to “116. With not even a speck missed”


  1. 1 erranttranscendentalist May 17, 2012 at 2:14 pm

    Beautifully balanced poem, with so much contrast held in perfectly resolved unresolvedness. Lovely!!


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