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[Aug. 7th, 2004|01:22 am]
win
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On Departing
I want more than anything to set the record straight
before my departure; to wrap up lose ends with
an astounding, and impeccable, sleight of hand.
On a circus stage, following the contortionist,
I stand dressed in a broad smile and a cheap tuxedo
to suit this passing moment.
And, afterwards, thunderous applause for the grand ending
that has taken shape between my fingertips; an ending
I can grip in my palm and leave on the mantle in the foyer;
The ending which, before my long, indulgent bow,
I am holding high above my head for all to see.
So that I might prove, for the last time,
that everything is over.
Oh! But there is nothing to settle here.
The knot is tied as it has always been
and I will find myself tomorrow leaving
with a slippery and incomplete collection
of memories.
Forever after
walking the end with no end, often passing through
the old days, happenings, beating myself to
recall their individual contexts.
They are free to come and go. For try as I might
to catch them, compress and store them:
My jar without a top is useless, and, again and again,
I will not succeed.
Transitions
Walking up a dirt road, I arrive at a certain spot
and stop and drive a staked marker into the earth between my feet.
Carved into the wood is the large, round number
of miles which this sign marks.
And I loiter between two great distances,
knowing nothing of the future
and having already forgotten the past.
I stand awkwardly amidst the change.
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To all i love:
I miss you already. It has been so exciting growing up with you and I am even more ecstatic in thought of what is to come. The goodbyes are temporary. strictly. you are the definition of full tilt. further and further! This is only the beginning... |
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