Poetry #65

The Unknown Entity

i described you once as a soft blue fire,
a falling masterpiece drowning in water yet suffocating in air;
lits only confusion and builds only a quandary—
baffled while baffling i ergo a cue to let go.

you were an unknown entity;
a ripple on a vast ocean,
a shooting star in a starry night,
a skipped beat in a rhythm,
a collection of poems i have written—
archaic, complex and never really easily understood,
and once clear in mind, it’s blurry in paperline.

to me,
you were a glowing poetry—
burning yet fiery,
written in pages originally in white
turned into beige’s shades with time in sight,
and now lacking in quill,
your ink should be fading.

xii.iv.xxii