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Saturday, July 14, 2012

The Inability...

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i should have gone to the other side

beyond this boundary
where i can be left alone

to speak

to the wind

i should have flapped my wings

and leave this place for good

but what shall that wind have me to offer?

what shall that island give me?

shall it entertain me with all my secret longings?


shall the wind promise me more places for my own

imaginative consumption?

shall there be more strange ideas that i have to embrace

like those whores in my

silly dreams?

i am staying because there is an ear of this page

that is still listening

there is still the hand of your time

that is holding me

so that my tongue can dance so that my eyes can see more

about what is not here

about what is not familiar about what i never hold

like love, like the minutest of affection

for i am telling you

i have become a gong always sounding what nothing keeps on saying

i have not met love

i have not shared affection

i am guilty as judged

by the standards of the masses

by the cruelty of the mob


the gallows of emptiness are hanging me in mid-air

my feet cannot touch the ground

my eyes cannot see the sky

my arms are tied and can never touch freedom

i am as helpless as a dry leaf blown by the desert winds

towards a horizon that is now

beyond description.
RIC BASTASA
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