White Witch

daniel on Nov 25th 2009

Mime the gap–
inconsiderate years have
stacked themselves
between us.

You’re an imaginary person
now a figment, a
small, dark fruit
of the past.

You’re the monument
reposed in restless
unexpected
erudition.

Mime the gap–
arms spread like
wings. This far–
no, further.

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