In A World Without Doves

two white doves, sitting
on the face of the world
two lingering discussions
being had at the same time
and sometimes when the rain pours
it’s as if it has always been this way

I cannot make claims to all things
our madness always our own
like cargo trains and bridges
the face, the imprint
sold bought re-sold
the buyer keeps his
face hidden behind flowers
and vases

the clouds would part
and we would see mountains
covered in snow
the rocky points would invite
the sunlight
they would shine
we would turn to ice
instantly

is a question always a hidden
answer?
will we always burden ourselves?
is the curve of the question mark
but an invitation to a secluded island
where the answer is sitting
relaxed and turquoise
opaque and with a hint
of a smile

we smash rocks into smaller
rocks for a living
a harmless fake living
the fakers dream
stuck on train crossings and
under clocks at midnight
the bells chime in time
with my earnest need for
an answer
I am independently shattered

like the doves’ plight like
the world spins, they are placed together
fortunately the speed of light
will save me
head-on collisions always avoided
by sheer golden luck
I am without you here
I am, here
without

In A World Without Doves

iain

Joined January 2008

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