Parchment

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All and nothing

 

Us and our parchment hearts,

As thin as moon skin,

Lined and cratered,

Beneath a coned nib of non-stop turbulence,

Chasing a godly character,

Between the rewrites and restarts,

Of our palimpsest hearts.

 

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redbrick's picture

Can only imagine the results

Can only imagine the results of continued erasing over and how thin can it go! Superb poem. 


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Coffeepot's picture

Thanks for the lovely

Thanks for the lovely comment. xPC