the story goes like this
you’ve heard it before
the sound of your footsteps
grows distant in the dark
beneath the star’s peculiar light
you realize you are walking
away from yourself
there’s no pity here
there’s only the body attuned
to its own diminishing.
From: http://bostonreview.net/patrick-moran-poets-sampler
Date: 2008
By: Patrick Moran (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 