2015-07-28

詩 The Stream of Longing

My engineering mind recoils
at the admission of powerlessness
That comes from knowing that
The shape of the hole in my soul
Can only be known
After it has been filled

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Cupid's vellum in tatters
From the slings and arrows
Of the urgency of routine
Now stitched together like new
By the stream of longing

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