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My ear I came to see you. I did not come to see you gone. You’re gone. And now you, my ear, are filled with silence. I fret. I feel no echo. O: none. No air. I have only ever been an empty page. I have only ever been silence, transcribed. And now you, my ear, now even my silence is lost on you. I came to see you, the micron came for an audience with a parsec, for an absence with an echo. And it was. Good. |
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This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2013-08-05 22:07:33
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Time has a way of winning, even here.