April 23, 2013

A kiss

I kiss his hand. It is damp and he flickers in and out of troubled consciousness. Do you understand?

I'm here, watching him, watching over him but where should he be? He seems everywhere, in everything and yet I must keep him contained, in this tiny little life where anything is everything.

Do you remember what they said?

How spare of life to deliver success
when all the blossom gotten for is that of duress.

Where frailties which can no longer blossom
are all the potential that God has forgotten.

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