Knewton
Upturned eyes transfixed by leavesOf trees, or maybe I’m seeing
Beyond, to the slip between them,
To the sky, to the blue infinity
That looms above us all, or perhaps
Further on, perhaps my eyes are hungry
For God, perhaps my soul has willed
My neck to turn up, up, up, and
My eyes to widen, though it hurts
To do so; maybe I’m so damn desperate
For any shred of meaning to fall
On me like an apple and change my life,
Or change the world. I don’t know.
I simply pray. I pray it isn’t so.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-07-09 at 08:31
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