things that remain unsaid I’d say
to people who aren’t here to speak to
the fact that I’ve no idea
what I’ll think about next
all the people I’ve ever known who are
(or who may be) dead
the nature of the existence
that preceded my essence
the dogs we’re going to
(you can hear them barking in the distance)
all the unknowable worlds
in other people’s heads
that whereof one cannot speak
(revolving silently of course)
the distance to Andromeda
standing by the sea at Trwyn y Borth at night &
wondering where it all went (the time, that is)
thoughts of the one I love
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Dominic Rivron
Picture Winslow Homer
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