יום חמישי, 29 במרץ 2012

beyond the pale


Don't speak to me directly
let my purity speak for me

don't bombard me with images
of you and me
or me or you
or anyone
or anything
all I see is One
all I see is the pure that flows beneath.

I never could love you,
you were much to profane.
you filled me with rage
and contempt

I never could look beyond you,
beyond your form – your lustre
constantly looking at nothing else.

never could,
never will.
might, but unlikely.
I'm much too busy
counting that which still remains.
weighing and comparing.
cut off – shut out,
inside those thoughts – the ones you tried,
but couldn't,
understand.

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