We often vanish into our work so briefly...some of us want to stay there...
This poem is not addressed to you...You may come into it briefly... *Aphrodite But no one will find you here, no one. You will have changed before the poem will. Even while you sit there, unmovable, You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. The poem will go on without you. It has the... Sign in to see full entry.