by Donald Kuspit
discreet as dew
on newborn feelings,
you soothe me
into silence,
refreshing meaning.
your calm
is my clarity,
the rambling words
cleared away,
the underbrush
of nuance
unnecessary,
the boldness
of meaning
uncompromised
by the unconscious.
steadfast in mind,
dispassionate
with certainty,
you abide,
glistening with light,
preserved
in crystal conviction.
wordless
at last,
i can wonder again,
see the morning star,
you outlasting
the end.
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