Where have you
gone? I followed the signs—
You disappeared into labyrinths
Of crystals and words, leaving behind
Faded horizons
and sunset tints,
Mist on a darkening lake,
and wisps
Of whispering in
empty rooms.
None of it is
real now. Where I am,
The field mice run, and crickets shriek,
Overripe pomegranates
split, break,
Dribble pink
seeds that the rats eat,
And nightly the
owls strike. So it
Comes down to
feathers, fur, and bones.
Sometimes, in my mind, I go alone
To a Kentucky graveyard, and I stand
With empty hands beside your stone,
With empty hands beside your stone,
And ask again,
Where have you gone?
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