This Is To Say Poem by M.C. Bruce

This Is To Say



when you see me next
and I seem insubstantial
parts of me incandescent
translucent
it is just because
when the heart hollows
the body loses its grasp
on what's left of ruin

Monday, September 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ruins
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M.C. Bruce

M.C. Bruce

Orange, California
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