Monday, December 21, 2015


Nothing, nothing will sunder you from me;
Not the horizon that cleaves the Sky and Sea
Not the space between two heartbeats
Not the very edge of reason,
              What is a mind dispossessed of you?
               What is poetry bereft of you?
               What am I without you?

I am tethered to starlight
I am tethered to remembering
I am tethered

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