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Friday, June 7, 2019

my favourite old coat


infinite salvation
     must be sought
in finite things

two clear mirrors
     reflect
each other

I thought of all the leaders
     fighting to be free
and  I thought about you
     hiding from the mystery

in my annihilation
     Mu appears

a guitar without strings
      a sound
      blown by the

      wind



my favorite old
      coat
is worn today
threads loosely
      hanging 
shreds  blown away
      to the clouds.








(C)2019 by W.G. Milne

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