just things
just thingsin light of day
there are things of which
I cannot speak
in darkest night
there are things of which
I will not utter
I don't know what kind of
language to use
or if I can do this kind of thing
-- any more
old paradigms
those things
those models
patterns shift
but unspoken things
remain -- same
in shadows of -- afternoon
there are things of which
I cannot speak
will -- not
shall not
-- utter
in deference to those
who have come before
I bow in reverence
to what is unclear
those things
-- I guess.
vcp
26 May 2015
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2015-05-26 at 22:14
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