Monday, January 3, 2011

December 13 Poem

the moon
and its jealous
are soon to appear
or maybe it is me
who is jealous
they do not need
to justify themselves
to anyone who passes by
not like me
revealing one detail
after another
my words
lose their luster
the moment
i let them go
but they deny scrutiny
with silence
and become divine
as i wonder how
to tell you something
without saying anything
at all.

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