The Slurs Of The Blurs Poem by RIC BASTASA

i can't have you back
for years i have died in the name of love
and love in return with its sympathetic potions
redeemed me alive,
for love is kind, i know, and i want to still
live in the illusion that you are love yourself
and that you can also be kind
to understand what this is all about,

shall i tell you again about the hidden ship
underneath the thousand folds of the ocean floor?
shall i take you back to the island without shores?
shall i rename the creatures there which
you have not even seen?

this place where i live is unseen by civilization
its ways are noxious to the priests and nuns,
the people who live here are not puppets
no hand can make them live as moppets on a strain
of new viruses on the academe,
there is still a language unlearned by you
a food which you have not ever tasted,
a pool where you have not dived.

so i can't really have you back
i fell like your wishing star
i lost my light
i was shattered on the desert sands
no Bedouin finds me
no camel saves me.

i shall forget you
that is the simplest sentence i can mete upon
my self,
this prisoner of hopeless desire
put to bars by the judges of fire.