Your Absent Absence

The lavender night has
lured the poem spill all
Its blues
in a stranger world
It endeavours to hold a little of infinite
Or few periods among intervals
While digging deep scars on its palm
Saddling up,
a thousand words, fast
It is riding away road after road
From palms to pines
To the villages of birches
Clueless, lost and numb in search of
You
the only known it heard all long
Its birth
nearby the papered evening
out the wild,
sobbing it quivers
With a dream-deprived sleep at your
Mercy, Come
Contain the forgetfulness in a cardigan
And bestow this numb insane
With the glance of your Absence

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