[so much for the sunshine]
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N.Ν. Trakakis

so much for the sunshine
it’s complicated
it always is
still have time for summer
but how many winters will it take
who knows
the love of loving
with cold coffee
shoulders with boulders break
the bread
and a mouthful drink
with coffee-stained fingers
“Describe the aroma of coffee. – Why can’t it be done?”
(Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations 610)
God everywhere
always begging
now begging the question
but no more concepts can fit in the grave
there are no pockets in a shroud
but enough is never enough
graces gone
goals left behind
no place to find
the light in winter
all wrapped up in layers of clothes
brightest at midnight
searching for the weather
reeling from decomposing
the wanting of more, now needing less
that’s the beauty of confessing
the simple is always the sign of the true
horizon stepping away
no-thing appears, as if to say
“And I won’t be quoting him again for at least two years.”

N.Ν. Trakakis

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