Disparate Friends
recklessly pursuing continuity
Saturday, February 20, 2016
I, Magdalena
a poem
A bead of oil in water,
I'm dropped into this world
I snatch at shades about me
'round airs my fingers curl.
So I, in search of silence
press on into the void.
I stroll through fields of stardust
—
where others wander too
—
and there I captured You.
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