“for it is always that the other will simply ask no question whatever about these unaccustomed glasses that the other will see, in the fact, no sign.”
–Roland Barthes
and there he was the person who
he was looking for all this time
as if anyone else could step forth
other than the one who waited there
his pen obliquely scratched the page
like an old dog lost in his sleep
there is no other other than you
he said to himself slowly
so even he could comprehend
that his words had no meaning
except to the one who listened
except to the one who heard
he lay down next to the still water
and admired his reflection in the pond
(June 25, 2017)
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