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cry

those

big

analog tears

do

it

now

while youíre still here

donít be like the unicorn

thereís a unicorn somewhere

that does not believe it exists

 

 

© 2018 by Rob Siegel. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

11 Ė Unicorn

thereís a unicorn somewhere

that does not believe he exists

thereís a lost trapped in stasis

hoping the memory persists

the thing that reverberates still

the bell in the church at the top of the hill

the pheasant thatís trapped under glass hoping you canít resist

 

thereís a book in a universe

I donít inhabit at all

an arguable premise

statistically valid but small

the thing thatíll snap like a twig

the old man in robes and a wig

deciding between saints and sinners as if itís his call

 

the saddest thing I've ever seen

through mortal manís eyes

a butterfly covered in amber

still struggling to fly
the audacious sadness of hope
drawn from the rack and the rope

not knowing the logic of life is to lay down and die

thereís a landscape of ghosts

that inhabit this space I call me

the things that I didnít do

didnít become didnít be

unable to laugh at the moon
stretched thin like a human balloon
extruded into the cold digital sunshine
rendered and lit

and prepared to be writ

in the book

of

your

life



 

 
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