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The Watcher and the Poet
from some locationless portal You, on the inside pouring out ink stained tears from some infinite well. Word-droplets from a soul, cut and bleeding, shout mute anguish through silent space and pierce barriers erected ages past. The first sign of feeling stirs within me, the watcher. You, the poet, damn the depth of your emotion while, with numb envy, I touch upon the gift, the curse and the inadvertent revelation: Your need and capacity for love exceed even the depth of your pain Top of Page Return to Autum Songs Archive Table of Contents |