Ephebos Poem by Richard Blanch
Ephebos
Distant friends laugh, dust blows, wine pours: they call me.
Such sounds fall from me like the blue of my cloak;
I am only what is present:
A pillar under my elbow, a hand under my chin, a paper fallen to the ground.
I am only what is furthest:
Other eyes dancing, a mind thinking, a pen writing.
I am only what is within:
What the paper has given, its own sun and air.
whoa, heavy stuff friend, i really enjoyed..very poignant, very deep, a great piece.
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4/25/2024 1:01:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such another way of looking at things.