Friday, April 22, 2016

Darling

There is a line in the window.
There is a line in the window in the moisture
through which you can see through.
Through which you can see through other things.
There is a line.
There is a line in your head.
Or you think of it as a line.
The sentence is visualized as a line.
There is a line in the fog outside.
There is a line in the fog outside the window
with the line in the moisture
through which you are looking.
You don't feel like a camera obscura
but maybe you are.
You feel more like a moviehouse
cushioned in fog.
This is why I find you darling.


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