Simple Raga # 1

Simple Raga # 1

When the sky is so heavy with clouds and the ceiling collides. When the man
you could have been is better than the man you are. When sitar strings are
pulled from parallel dimensions, I will light a candle and the flame will
call forth its fire and we will be reunited. Like stardust and memories.
Like a match and tinderbox. Like poems that do not matter to the waning
light. Like a shadow hovering, erotic with hindsight.

 

 

 

 

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