If Poem by Alex Searle
If
If I were to step any further
Into your tomb, your fervour
On the cusp of eternal abyss
For one midnight kiss
If I traced the invisible lines
Through the centuries' vines
On a questless search underground
The obsidian stone never to be found
If I was robbed of my vision
Clutching with bumbly indesicion
Charting my remainder days
In a blind nostalgic haze
Would you be there?
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