P oet ’ s C orner
S uccinct C ity
By: Mathew Christian
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2661138/succinct-city/
Language
Trapped in thought
Unable to express
Now
Without categories
Illusions
We can only speak the past
If we think to speak
And there is no future
That can be spoken
For once spoken
The future is past
You can speak of your heartbreak
Of your greatest love
But you are only speaking in thought
You are only speaking of what has past
And there is no love there
The only love is here
For if your love is in the past
You are thinking
You are suffering
Because you have left love
You are not the thoughts in your mind
Love would never degrade itself
To fit inside of your conceptions
Love is here always
It is only your mind that moves
Photo: Nor the Dark of Night - Dave Nelson
In clay caverns she breathes among the shivering
The tongues of steam strain and sigh
This where never goodbyes
This where nothing unwinds
All of existence left behind quivering
As barren mind engulfs
And ideas gasp and die
The calm that never subsides
Love can open eyes
Free from ideas about eyes
And when you look into
For too long
Love appears
The other
That defines you
But who can never be defined
By you
Sept/Oct 2018
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THE DESERT LIGHT
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