where did poets go
(used to know, used to show
you the way)
i crawled alone
when time was slow
to find foundation in the impossible sun
no construction no criticism
the pen was my vessel
only to dig into the opening
channel
to be
what if this was the last
person
you could be
would you shine, forgetting
and losing
to return to “i feel”
“i am”
the pencil
such electricity
in blinding light
what happened to the poet
vanished , without fight
2016
marielle l