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Monday 21 November 2011

Samadanie

In your eyes
in the circle that captures
movement and being
in the net that gathers
sandstone histories
and anthills,
among which crawls unhappy love
random and shameless
conceding dream to illusion,
in the compass of gaze
that maps out thought-paths,
heart-runs,
unscrambles word-game
uncovers silences,
and in the blaze of that incomparable knowing,
I am naked
not as a child
but an old man,
incontinent and divested of shame.
inadequate.  

[from the collection 'Underside of Silence', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2008]

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