the gods xx by Donald Kuspit
my wonder left you
breathless
as a vacuum,
mired in the black space
of memory.
rummaging through death
i found you in ramshackle
constellations,
flamboyantly innocent
with light,
idiosyncratically ideal
despite the emptiness.
pursued through pathos,
you were more protean
than passion,
changing shape at will
to spite time.
again and again your enigma
exhausted itself,
but my wonder was your fountain
of youth.
blindly feeling my way
through your invisibility,
almost stopped
by the steepness of your silence,
i finally reached
beyond the limits
of my consciousness,
and held you fast
in the thin air of my love,
embracing your echo
in the distance
opening my eyes
to your remoteness.
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