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.

 


Comments

6 responses to “On the Cliff of the Moment”

  1. The dull, enduring pinch of unreciprocated passion?

    1. The blissful numbness of self-disillusion

      1. Ah. Distant cousins those two.

  2. Ouch! That one hurt…

  3. Stephanie Avatar
    Stephanie

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

  4. “What hope, in truth to offer save maybe this
    That in the ashes of our fire that both snuffs and kindles
    a kind of alchemy will seep that,
    mixed with hands and minds and tears,
    will birth something wondrous and strange
    as to confound two lonely souls
    and fill that place the fire leaves behind
    made from us, and greater too”

    *hugs*

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