I NO LONGER KNOW THE QUESTION

by August 15, 2018 0 comments

One by one the cliff erodes,
ice bores deeper,
words stop making sense:
abyss, crucify, alliteration—

passion comes in through fog.
Who claims we must remember?
Skin always knows pain.
fingertips happiness, feet satisfaction.

editors note:

We can feel the answers. The questions will come, in time. – mh clay

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