Unimagined
copyright 1968 by Tracy Marks


through a tempest
of sunrays
i am burst in two
by a mushroom cloud
of unrequited longings.

broken,
reunited,
eternal,
but only for a moment,
then somersaulting down
on a tangent
of my unrepentant own.
down.

your eyes
devoid of color
and a circle
with five sides

then through
the ever-changing
amorphous spectrum
off our sanity:

you
no more
me
no more

we will be nobodies
tomorrow perhaps
but not now.

up, and toward
a solitary pinnacle,
unsurmountable
but i will find

(a dozen oceans?
a flower without a stem?
a sandless beach?
a butterfly?)

the confidence to climb.

someday, i know
a picture on a wall
will be a picture on a wall

and you will be
other than I have dreamed.




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