3 prose poems Now you are gone Sadness at the heart, so what is new about that? Point me at the core of your being, the new birth in the world, a spark unseen in any other light. You individual star, flickering out. I'm in darkness, now you are gone. Flowing The flow of time has destroyed me, I have died in all my yesterdays, I will also die today, even in the moment. Who was it that started this poem? And who will finish it for me The Unfolding Sublime power at the heart of the movement. Not everyone agreed with your smile. How strange that you should continue anyhow, strong hearted confi...
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