yes,
the same.
let's go all freud
stems from desertion
as a child. the recreation
of the being who hurt us
most: and our transfiguration
of that loss: we want but we don't
we don't cuz once had: what else is there?
we can clean, i am doing that now. what i
have unearthed was this freudian slip of who
i never knew. thus each look, each raised chin
my eyes search. the same - not there, never will
be there even if the eyes are the color of the sky
or the deep of the ocean or the ebbing of sand as the sun sets
not there.
thus we best continue reaching out. and never
returning to the source. the source will give us
escape, a shallow, insignificant moment of: Yes, right, well, i have to get back to it...
and at least you are alive.
