'The Universe is searching for its long lost relative The Other Universe, as Life also searches, with infinite melancholy, for The Other Life.' - Department of Lost and Found Souls.
(For Charles Simic)
The World is a search party looking for itself,
looking
for that which is absent;
A
key, a cherished stone, a heart shaped locket,
some lasting impression, something in the dark.
some lasting impression, something in the dark.
By
close of day half the planet goes to bed, exhausted,
leaving
the other to wake and continue their search.
A
millennium – day after day – without object.
Not so much as a wry smile caught in the glint of a star.
Not so much as a wry smile caught in the glint of a star.
Some say it is not the finding
but the search that is the measure.
I am inclined to agree
as
I look out the window at my lover
who
shows no sign yet of disappearing.
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