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strange parting.

Posted to Poetry

a man split asunder-- three lifetimes to repent of,
past present future; three lifetimes,
only one of which includes you;
all else merely hints of

any last words? (her hands have become

yes: i have this much to say,
that i have only traveled
in the space i promised her.

love: i am not afraid, not ashamed,
i accept this world, and hope to find you in it,
when i am become a bookworn fool
to be dandled at the edge of oblivion;
live your life, and live it well
my sweet angel.

i shall make my way forward
through this darkness.