Flow
by sybil via alice - Jungle Drum Newswire Saturday, Oct 10 2015, 9:53pm
international / poetry / post

it’s flowing again
smooth as liquid silk
i always greet its return
like a long lost love
but never lament its departure
as all is transitory in this world,
including the ecstatic embrace
of the beloved,‭ ‬my muse

lift me from the mire of men
and abandon me in paradise
i forget how many pleas i have made
as ease,‭ ‬peace and bliss overwhelm my being

this sense of return,‭ ‬belonging,‭ ‬fulfilment
must surely be consistent yet it is fleeting
though when it occurs everything is drenched‭
in its presence
i am left to wonder whether it issues from
deep inside myself
or is it some mysterious external re-occurrence
or both,‭ ‬as the difference of subject and object blurs‭
into a single pervading presence?

i am too intoxicated to continue as it’s been a while‭
i must surrender completely and savour every drop
until its inevitable departure

forgive me,‭ ‬i am losing my Self somewhere in paradise
though i would write a final line or two before my keyboard
vanishes into the void,‭
after every return and departure
i am left with an understanding‭
that it is forever

it’s taken me all this effort to clumsily
intimate Eternity
but who would read and appreciate
a one word poem but my muse?

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