Dots, Connected

This space between
Unaccountable as it may seem,
I see your face in every dream,
In every ray of dancing light
Glancing from each dreary surface
And racing toward some foggy distance
Not yet reached by sight or speech.

A thought that leeches flesh from bone
And turns the hottest blood to stone;
Shout of joy made moan of longing
As demons of displacement, thronging,
Gather cloudy ’round my heart and keep us
Far apart.


“I love the stoic elegance of bare trees.”

Victoria N℮ür☼N☮☂℮ṧ

8 thoughts on “Dots, Connected

    1. Hey, Victoria. Sorry it took me so long to respond to this. We’ve been out of pocket this weekend. Took a little impromptu, un-networked trip to Arkansas. (Stay tuned for next post.)

      What can anyone ask more than to put a smile on a friend’s face. eh? I have to tell you, I also love bare trees. The fall’s great–I love the changing colors–but there’s a special quality (a sort of dignity, almost) to a tree that has shed its leaves for winter…

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