Dislocated moments. Times
of isolation. Sudden
Shifts of mood—behind
a flat-voiced façade: Lies
about having
forgotten
An elusive child
that laughs in dreams.
A casual warm touch
that might turn even God
from all his thought. So much,
So much, that I … I’ll kiss
the mouth of the wind, and let
my silent moments knit
into forgetfulness.
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