you like me two forces
maybe you need focused
a little dark on a point
in light to burn it
feel either for
warm admision
see admiration
frictions permission
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permanent having been
however great
disconnected I will be
we cant be perfect
choice speaks sorrow not
like alphabetic our stars continue
inversions shooting
iconography as you are
to my fan hands
napkins weaver
in silent wait for
a deaf desire.
so skips sobiriquete
read aloud, in stepped
alone stand still
with this. which
weightlessness
floats away from ‘it’
mistaken messes
put out of fire.
within spits in spins
to burn, do respects
torture, I sure do
like it turns late to
force me to you.
spinning roles
adieu/admire
a measured wreck
in truth, I seek
to be desired
but
obliquity secured
something becasue
I did not speak
Past and presently
the way it concentrates on point in order to verify our latent characteristics.
Us, time, and, with the way some form takes our following repetition,
or us just just being divided a little.
because you doubt which rank is going away,
Questions, speculations, some ifs and the regret
what should have been done with the fork of this specification?
for intelligence we bend and that the road which winds, it moves.
rejoice with the knowledge that it requires,
but any process of self discovery
slow in our experiences.
certainly to find the treasure made clear,
to dig in order to ask, sufficiently deep connections
we create because the glance contains no ifs of day and place.
If, it is
“if” has the modification which we should make.
when it may be the best the maneuvers
which are greatly better than regret.
Perhaps, its for us to arrive latter,
the both roads, impossible to walk.
Or perhaps
those are the same roads which divide our pasts
in the same way as us in the future, is.
When it is that, for the second time
I think of the view where we are all modifications.
Because perhaps that is who we are
somewhere the facts duplicate with our all details
chosen satisfaction is many peoples todays.
That being said,
today,
us is future.
As for that the time when it is
because we create glance and our no ifs of day and the place.
If it has the modification which we should make,
in order now when it may be best to do.
these are maneuvers which are greater than regret.
———–
J.Saliba
Joseph Saliba - Poems and Loss 