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Accretion
by Travis G Finborg
I wore nothing, tied twisted
knots of absence in perfect
poise of elegant poignancy.
crashed, my eyes desperate
for a breeze of closeness
to chase the fall of her,
completely invited to the
world of me letting go
i follow her to the end of a
fissured crack like so many
accretion disks filled with
the energy of the death of the
time, screamed at the top
of my awareness, the sound of
tranquil leaves, the peace of
being I own to gather with
hers.
04/19/2002 Author's Note: re-written on 1 may 2007. a companion to my poem Eliptic
Posted on 04/19/2002
Copyright © 2026 Travis G Finborg
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