Posted by obsidian on July 13, 2010, at 20:11:21
In reply to I can't tell you yet....., posted by obsidian on July 13, 2010, at 19:58:58
Holes
Strangest of gaps
their goneness --
mother, father, loved friendsthe black holes
of the astronomer
are not more mysteriousthis kind of hole
will not be filled
with candle flames
or even a thousand thoughtsthe hole is inside us
it brims over
is empty and full at once
-Lillian Morrison from This Place I Know: Poems of Comfort, ed. by Georgia Heard
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