I have this nightmare of dawn
Transfixing nigh ever, save the most recessed pallor
And her deliberate texture and dimension in implacable revelation are won

In the same manner of fashion that lightning is misunderstood:
It longs not for the warm embrace of substance or sentry,
But in the exigencies of volatile elegance
Seeks only to arrive.

Ramified by circumstance.

So, at long last, certain things are apparent -
The fabled cities, loved ones, and meanings in translation we've lost
Continue to search the absence unknowingly for us
As, to them, it is only we who have disappeared.

And we carry on in our presumption that we are divided by nothing.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
Gajanan Mishra 14 June 2014
it is only we who have disappeared, good one, thanks. please read my poems and comment.
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Pheko Motaung 14 June 2014
Your poem is a great awesome read.Every line is a cause for us to reflect and and think and appreciate.Thank you very much
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