New series of i-poems

The Geometry of Loneliness

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I

When your reminiscence arrived at me,

Like the fire on the bushes,

Like the cloud of protection,

Like the wall inside the sea,

Like the word on baked clay,

I melted and waited;

As the shadow of a bird,

In the heart of the altitude,

Moving, but static- still;

For the obtuse angle to be acute angle,

To move closer in degrees,

To your flesh and blood,

And embrace the Resurrection-

Of your closeness again.  

[To be continued]