‘in me, nothing is extinguished or forgotten’
Pablo Neruda, ‘If you forget me’, 1952
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the desolate muse
the rubbed heart
all given space
in time
what has lapsed?
endured?
a mirage in the slender grasp of awareness
a totem of history
a faded absolute
tonight
in the moist air
a trembled kiss
a troubled thought dismissed
a fierce dignity
freed from longing
tonight
bats swarm the sky
in dragon formation
their eternity
ungodly
unimagined
is mine also
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