Monday, March 25, 2013

Confessions of a Traveler


The Geometry of Loneliness

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The geometry of a naïve,
Shapes with squares, triangles, hexagons,
Rectangles, half made, half broken,
Half born.
All red,
With liquid blood,
Still trying to thump hard,
As it always has been—
The shattered heart.

I stood near it,
With the candle of ignorance,
Lost on my way to those dreams
In which I thought I could see-
You, up close.  

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