With Sleight Hands of Oblivion

With Sleight Hands of Oblivion

A Poem by Krishna

Always before your voice my soul

Before the gradual flooding of night

At the throne of a lifetime, of stars

 

Beyond the immaculate

Curving of time, I won't endure

Destined to be haunted, mortal

 

Disappearing into cool treasures of silence

I still tremble now with loss

With this year's perfect agony

 

No greater or less than the next

Just recent, formidable in unearthly slenderness

My amorous muscles cleave to poverty

 

Without self-forgiveness, why am I

Punishing myself, for being abandoned?

© 2013 Krishna


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Krishna
Krishna

Montreal, Canada



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