The Distance
On Your Mark, Get Set, Go —
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Distance nourishes the flame of love
the glimmer traces the flameless star
Deprived of honeyed promise
the distance charges it’s dead battery
only to batter me on the run
as promise crosses the finish line,
renewable resource, recycles
the distance grows, reborn
retaught to tie my laces, I
begin again
Starved, I dine upon the remnants,
of a dead star, the
glimmer fading on a spark
the distance eats me up
Distance believes it has a heart
only because it won the the race
— - inhuman propaganda
I will cross the distance in time,
Promise, dusts the remains,
senescence, the midwife
devours the afterbirth
and distance lonely waves,
from a distance — stretching
It measures the length
of my shadow, impotent
it concedes the victory
I claim the unknown cup,
Distance spitting, creates a stir
and the dust settles — the
distance between you and I.
Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. March 2020. All Rights Reserved.