a million bytes would not be enough
to fill this canvass now hazy with age;
I’ve picked up morsels from torn pages
of poets and walked the path of giants
my still fingers hesitate still, nay, fear
to strike the words that my heart longs
to leave before I gasp for breath [as
the cursor blinks in derisive laughter]
each time I try, the tears won’t come;
the deepest of my pain fall farther
from the depths of my own longings
[perhaps this suffering isn’t enough]
tonight, I cease to dream of stars
that have long eluded my fingers
I shall be content to hide [and live
In darkness to watch the cursor fade]
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