Through Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Through



Dissolving through the nocturnes,
I sing another song for the skeletons—as I try to make
Believe
That my last mused loved me—knowing that it cannot
Be so:
Wanting to make a muse out of my wife,
Even though she lives on the other side of the earth
In an apartment I am too young to attend—
Knowing it is too hopeful to be a possibility—
Try to forgive myself—
A blind man walking into the shadows—
Who has tried to repossess a god so many times—
Who houses become smaller and smaller-
And the chartreuse busses that return to him that
Much larger—and larger:
These are the monsters that cannot be defeated—
These are the beams of sunlight that invade my dreams—
As you pretend to last forever—
Basking in the forts of the heavens that can only pretend
To be what they seem.

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