all seems so lost
as if there were some great
dark barrier that grows
monolithic and cold
of reflective obsidian
with curtain of cold rain
glazing images in cascade
not wanting to look closely
not wanting to look away
wanting
only to see past this if in tomorrow
there is anything
that can make blindness
visible.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2020 21:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Just trying new forms.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
I like this one JN, especially the last two lines.
Thank you so much.
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