D ISTRACTIONS
Something lingers after you're gone . . . Perhaps the sweet agony of your birth bursting upon my consciousness Makes me loathe to leave your image to the chance of memory.
original sphere, Beyond the outline of our meeting, Inviting new delinquency of time Where time is speared by delicate shafts of insight Spinning cocoons of beauty Surrounding me in sighs of sorrow When
you're gone. |