The Renaissance Poem by Larry Lynn

You left wordlessly
anonymous cloak
absorbing you
into its silent creases
and wished as commanded
by Word Processor of the Gods
your existence to be obliterated
into nothingness as if
a daughter of Nihility and Lethe.
You succeeded
but shadows,
vestiges of your wonderful self
remained
reminders of the instability
that spun you out of my sphere
and into your own universe
of a different galaxy
to invert properties of existence
for my galaxy in your universe
got sucked into a black hole
of non-existence,
a non-being where being
is important to another with whom
one on one is still a unified one -
not done and gone!

Then I was in the shadow of your darkness
while you renaissanced into a greater
metamorphosis of you
all the good parts having become perfected
all the weak slashed off
regrowing stronger limbs to hold your newest love,
extremities that race their way towards love
much rather than before when "turn away"
was the war-chant of your battle lines.

And just as the Word Processor undeleted you
and all you were before in newer form,
a flawless entity,
I only watch you, hear you,
see your words of prayer
praise some new love that wasn't there
or was, but unaware,

that it was he who made you disappear.

Two nebulae burned once with single flame,
one spark extinguishing itself,
the other left till your return
and he, with love still left to burn,
waited, poet, pen in hand
awaiting, Blossom, your demand,
that I shall wait with flightless wing
with empty page and vacant heart
my voice too aged, too late to sing,
no youth to wish, too old to start.

But loving does not die, it seems.
so long as poets love in dreams.


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