
Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
(Excerpt)
Ah, I wasted my days
searching for my life.
Until slowly they all turn silent and only the ruined
floor creaked inauspiciously while I think of the deserted
roads along which the vanished years
the school desks rotted under the old awnings and the clock
on the side table
ticked like a wound; but why things we have forgotten
tire us now
while the moon, in the night sky, peeks softly from
behind the clouds
lighting the pale hands of children who will soon die
and the dreams of the crazy
who are perhaps immortal at the moment you open
a window as if you solve a riddle
or you open a door to summarize a life.
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