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Drop by Drop
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
The sky in its liquid elegance shakes
and moves the bindings of old memories.
They manifest themselves into clouds
that whimper in defiant silence.
I wondered why, in looking upwards,
I could not define myself in
any discernible fashion.
I am as transparent as the rolling
rain that shatters the majesty of
a summer’s day.
I am as loose as the mud that
flows like fire across the
dangling ground.
Images perform like daring soldiers
murdering the passion of the enemy.
And now the words I try to speak
are tumbled like deserted cisterns.
Drop by drop I let my imagination
filter out unpleasant visions.
I am so full of shattered hope
and slapping hands that
cause pain only to me.
And now... yes now... the
clouds fall back and reveal
the bright black universe.
I am floating in the sky.
Useless.
Quite a brilliant write.
Quite a brilliant write.
Vive le Quebec libre!