Quicksilver Fever Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

You left

on a Friday
lifetimes ago

you chose
not
to see me

again and again

soon

I must
choose
a place

that does not
include you

where pain
loneliness
disappointment
can

touch me
no more

far far away
a new place

where disappointment
can hurt me
no more
where fresh memories

cannot run
like fever

like fresh
quicksilver fever

in my veins
a place

my still beating
heart may be still
and all thought
is suspended

in the eternity
of a restful
moment where
heart and mind

beat pulse
in unity unending

where molten liquefied
white globular metal
pulses not in seared veins


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