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Far away, waltzing

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Published: Nov 22, 2015

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Literature Text

I.

Only when we wait,
the ticking clock
is a bizarre torture,
fastidious mockery
of what I ought to call
a sentient thing
evil being

time

II.

Many questions
could be weightless
if we knew the answers;
I would ask
nothing more
than to read your lips
once again;
to graze
the bare back of your hand
with chivalry;
to write devotion
on your forehead
out of touch.
What would you
ask then, fearless
breathless

dance(s)

III.

An abandoned ballroom
lives in my chest,
only your name
enormous, echoing,
waltzes around it.
Through the broken
stained glass
the wind rushes in
like a fool,
you know

like a fool