oblivion meets the travelling eye

oblivion meets the travelling eye
high above the froth of day sliding
in a strange mode of being nowhere

it is no longer up to I or in I's domain
to foresee any of the mystery meeting
on any given day in early November

so the frayed meets the careless day
the innocent awake around midnight
just to see all meaning disappear

see me here and see me not
the impossibility of time's trail
leave a lot to be or kneel in pain




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-11-13 at 18:11

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This one feels like a personal journey and some painful understanding. The feelings it produces are sad and nostalgic to me. Your writing always seems to be ethereal.
~Ashe
2014-11-14