Far and Here
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Far from the small-talk daze
and this season I long to unload,
my hands are open
but numb from the cold.
My body turns the colour of moonlight
glowing, hollow, a thing only of reflection.
My last chance came and went.
Everywhere power escapes me
and the place I live is wrought with extremes,
incapable of toning down.
In the sandpit of my mind
the pit-patter of small feet
goes undetected – I hear only
the wail of those who fell by the gestures
of the corrupt and greedy.
I hear faint and desperate echoing
like spider-feet moving across a tongue.
I hear and I am listening to nothing else.
I am far from a solid core,
far from the plane ride to paradise,
far from the sodium dream,
but I am here
and here
I am looking around.
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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Kritya”
http://www.kritya.in/0808/En/poetry_at_our_time.html
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