Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Fishpies


We have holes in us we can't mend;
they are much too deep, much too wide

We try (but they hurt)

It. The hardest part of all,
the most difficult thing to perceive
It. That which moves us to try (again)
But stays our hand

Is the invisibility, ineffability, imperceptibility
of how -

I wish. I could come back to the place of almost there
I wish. (Of) almost bare

But some things broken cannot be mended;


Some things just break.

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