Poem for Ms. Twang

Poem for Ms. Twang

by C. Mariano




Out of Space.

Running in circles

and spiral columns,

Losing the cycles

of life in prisms.


Out of Time.

Divining our fate

ticking clocks and signs.

Wondering how late

parallel yore lines.


Out of Love.

Tormented strangers

embrace and longings,

Mere secret lovers,

treacherous feelings.


Out of Mind.

Where in memory?

It can be nothing.

How can you carry?

It means everything.


Out of Verse.

In this universe,

Or in other space,

Met in some place.

It is not our time,

Love is foolish crime.

Cuddle this weakness,

Road to nothingness.

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