On the Cliff of the Moment

And then I knew,
Like a resigned nod
that prompts the stately closing
of massive doors upon some fictive scene.

And then I knew
that delusions of proximity
are like delusions of grandeur, only
twice as laughable and five times as distant.

And then I knew.
despite saying I was cool with all of it,
I could do without everything but hope,
and that was not on offer.

I understood the measure
you would take from me
and it was not enough.

 

  5 comments for “On the Cliff of the Moment

  1. Davy
    September 8, 2014 at 5:28 pm

    The dull, enduring pinch of unreciprocated passion?

    • September 8, 2014 at 5:33 pm

      The blissful numbness of self-disillusion

      • Davy
        September 8, 2014 at 5:51 pm

        Ah. Distant cousins those two.

  2. Judi
    September 11, 2014 at 12:42 am

    Ouch! That one hurt…

  3. Stephanie
    April 10, 2015 at 9:11 am

    Loved it, especially “I could do without everything but hope,
    and that was not on offer.”

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