Vacant Moments

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Musings on meaning space and time

Submitted: August 31, 2018

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He moulded moments in sedation,

Death seemed far,

But he was patient,

Between convincing expressions,

He felt calm and vacant,

Untangling these twisted little knots of time,

These inane fragments,

This desire merely adjacent --- To the essential thing itself.

He tried to string them together,

His weightless heart kept floating higher, Music was his soft escape,

But his days were all refrain without a melody,

Bookmarks in his catalogue,

Of memories lacking context,

Fated to travel wearily between locations,

Musing some faint imprint,

Beauty had left him,

Framing face after broken face,

Searching without hope,

For even some distant trace,

Of that familiar taste,

Without the pain that marked the subject.


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