the strip

[iniscendeaparma]

see the white strip-?

the other-
the beyond-?

i've long stopped waiting for it
to move nearer.
i stopped.


this
is shelter.
asylum.
refuse turned refuge.

day by day,
the dark swathes
all around me;
the white strip
out of reach.

nothing is added.
nothing goes away.

nor does that needle
burning white,
buried
deep-

that there might come that instant
when eyelids do fly open
now kept no more aslumber
by no numb, no-end dream-

that instant when the burning
light floods white my sea of greying-

the white strip-
grown high heaven-
will bathe me,

naked me.

(c) Mairi Vinersar
08 iunie 2008

image (c) Lysander Gray

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