Today I found your face in the sky
it came together in clouds from each of the four directions
only to be taken apart by a southern breeze
I’ve looked for you since those wolf days
those bone manor story days
but this lifetime has made a maze game of it all
And I wonder if I’d found you but didn’t notice
Were you my city Indian
dazed and made crazy by too many taxi cabs
broken in the night, on the slab of the end?
Were you my man from Éire in love with
wrong things, cloying liquid things
that found you shattered in a pile of bottles and sweat?
Were you the boy in the thickets with thick hurts?
the man on a blue beat with a bullet in his lungs?
the monsters under and on my little bed?
My intellect dances a dangerous waltz with my heart
and I wonder if this time, you were scattered into all of them
and I just hope, I’ve at last learned my lesson well
But today I found your face in a million uncertain pixels
in endless faces
only to be taken apart by my own intimate fears
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~Each day is a new poem playing its ink through the fingerprints left in a trail of blue dreams from UnderLand to eager keys waiting in an almost sensual panic to be pressed full of another story, another poem, le poesie de jour~ Selene