This incessant hide and seek
29 August 2015
This grasp of mine fails
To capture the whole picture
That beholds my eyes
Incessant leakage
Of soul into heart’s stem roots
Parts of me emerge
Feelings of sinking
Although grounds see me soaring
Your wings lift me through
Heart pulses with sights
That blinded numb my mind’s play
And taught me new tricks
Capturing phrases
In stilted buzz of wires
That haltingly speak
The ear composes
An orchestra for the vein
That spurts red music
The waves submerge me
Floating whole in naked sea
I reach and touch you
It cranes my neck out
This incessant hide and seek
In between two Worlds
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