the lack

I write on neglected

pages

passing through moments

of silence and

forgotten phrases of

beauty

eager to find

the living green

deconstructed

form of star

growling black and

green growing green

I look to you from

the unseen angle

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the you when

unfound you and

unseen lines

you have gilded

edges and worn

corners.

a dark panel with

gemmed lock

I look to you from

the unseen angle

trying to remember

a face that will

always be more

beautiful in the

third dimension

I write on neglected

pages, simple words

and green growing

black

I look to you from

unseen angles

digging deep into

tattered pockets for

pictures of time

that do not exist

I am the traveler

I am the face of

unfinished thought

I am the lack

I write on neglected

pages, trying to find

the unseen angel

of growing life on the

deconstructed form

of star

the neglected thought

of preservation

I am the lack

I must continue

and push

through

the empty

to find you again