Paean To The Other
If I probe too deeply
I will pierce the membrane
and the search will end
where it began
If I speak your name
my throat will be parched
with dust gathering my
inquiries into vanity and shame
If I look into your eyes
I will be blinded by the
sacral nature of simple things
reflected in a mottled mask of parody
Listening for your voice in
rustling leaves at dusk
I recoil in sorrow
at unyielding compromise
If you appear
I will cleanse my hands
of the grime of idle pursuit
If we meet how will I know your name
wondering where I can turn
in the cyclical vacuity of night.
David Sermersheim
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