• Marcel Wormsley

Space, Time, Distance


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Our lines were drawn by buried affections Gilded by quivering skins That knew estrangement, But that soon would find oneness


On a path illumined only by Light that space had abandoned. Repose had ceased to placate the weary Even when the journey seemed unbroken

And the hours fell back upon their slopes. We will refuse to sigh until The dusk of negation is suspended, Until I can feel all your promises

Slithering in my thickened hand, Restless as the leaves aflutter, Witness to moments that danced until prostration Even while the stars began to wonder in our direction.

Art: “Neige au soleil couchant” Claude Monet

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