Monday, December 6, 2010

half-circle

impossible, impossibility
where will it be?
will you be at the East of me?
when Southeast was running amok
when Northeast is always repressed.

I do not have enough words that you spoke.
a bottle cap was all that I could find to use as a globe

to help you picture better
the furthest distance one could travel
along the equator,

the actual distance we were and would be,
the half-circle from each other.

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