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My hands

Have become worn

Reverting paper into pith.

My heart woke

With a requiem.,

Silver and spiritless.

Underneath the Bodhi tree

I find neither epiphany

Nor inveiglement.

*

Today is still

And with heavy eyes

I consume in silence

The exhaust

Of countless

Defeated sighs.

In the next inhalation

A star will find, within me,

Some distant ancestor

But for now

I am without whim

*

I’ll save my wishes

For another day

A day of turmoil

A day when the ink

Spills motley and riotous

In the articulation

Of carefully

Arranged winds

Tomorrow I’ll be

Jackson Pollock

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27 thoughts on “Wish

  1. FANTASTIC.
    Especially:
    “My heart woke

    With a requiem.,

    Silver and spiritless.”

    And:
    “A day when the ink

    Spills motley and riotous

    In the articulation

    Of carefully

    Arranged winds”

    Just gorgeous. And loooove the star visual. So much.

  2. Just found more (of you) in my email subscriptions. A beautiful write dear MLM. Also, thanks for your email address – I hopefully will write today, if not – tomorrow.
    Kind regards.
    Anna :o]

  3. I consume in silence

    The exhaust

    Of countless

    Defeated sighs.

    so much said in that…and with feeling…
    i really like the end on being pollock tomorrow…ha….very cool…

  4. inveiglement – great word 🙂

    You have such a unique voice and insight. Your words always stir and enlighten. Thank you 🙂

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