Detachment
I live between two worlds.
On this substantial earth
senses stir in morning wind
eyes liven in golden light
the noonday sun flares,
arms, legs, back brushed with fire,
fevered brow, I hear clanging bells
the blare of trains, elephantine
motion, sure and steady
over the ungiving ground.
How shall I detach
from this panoply, this
pulsing world,
rousing
swirl of all-
sense?
Yet
when I pause
and look into your eyes,
your silence undoes me.
My soul twitches and sinks,
blissful, drowning fish
into the mystical
ink of your
eternal
wish.
poem by Steven Federle
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