POEM FOR RYUICHI SAKAMOTO
So many instances of beauty
separated by the
billion different senses of a word
at every turn
a different life
and the Zen of stone
succumbs to its own
its desire to encompass
the fiery clustering of star birth.
How can I explain to her, across the years,
that despite the wonder of her eyes
I fell trapped in the delirium
of her taste?
A flute mourns
its theme: the emptiness we fear has depth
is thin as a strand
as slight as
Sometimes the sadness is so apt
its expression could drown us
in tear legions
this is perhaps the
of our lakes
perhaps this is where the mystery came from
so clear on the still night air.
Excerpt From: Garside, Damian. “Zero Gravity.” Xlibris, 2014-02-10. iBooks.
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