What stays?
If not the sound of past emotion,
Silences in rooms.
A familiar breath,
Unresolved anger,
Our maverick selves,
Less than we did but more than ever.
Melody is wind
Now, today, hereafter,
Temporarily indisputable.
A fading siren
Now more distance,
Not alone,
Is it time yet?
Imposing clouds
Little lights,
Not mine.
Bullied Where I am
beyond myself,
In someone else’s life.
In a moment,
Thought.
Release Of anguish,
Presence, then mind.
Sacred spectacle of nights,
Who’s there?
I’m seen in dirty windows.
What’s left to entertain?
A staring child looking at the man.
Sebastian Sebene
Collage: Claire Palmer