Slender lines complete the letters that
Dictate the weariness of my hand on any parchment
As symbols collide with each strings of
Graphite-pitch dark meanderings, placid
lingering force.
Passion, swooping over, lightning speed,
To draw out meaning to the word “US.”
What is "Us" for an old lamp that burns steady over this
Wooden table worn out by years of endless
Soirees between pen and paper.
Mocked sunlight?
Witness encompassing from night embraces daylight.
Dictas.
What is the "Us" for an old passer-bystander-peddler?
Trotting the old groves: onlooker of hope as we
Also are passers-bystanders-peddlers to him.
As he watches the dance of our hands clasping
Bodies alien to each.
Rules.
What is "Us" for simple water as it embraces shallow pools
And deep ditches carved by the brute unforgiving
Anger of the Earth: chaos reform?
It smirks and rages as we mold the land under our feet
By handfuls of earth between steps and tangos
Us is the missing syntax of my soul
Us is the pattern of logic between the end and the beginning
Absence and presence
Dark and light
Love and Indifference
Might and feebleness
of You and I.
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