Saturday, January 21, 2012

sonnet thirty six

i will, without restraint
seize the thousand glances
you have offered like
i never saw them before,

i will, without regret
see your light even through
tainted, shattered glass
to prove you there is nothing

to lose save yourself in
this provocation, in this incantation,
i will, from now on

give up measuring my words
and thoughts because even if
you are exact, you are infinite.

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