24. Some predicament
How shall I describe you?
In my old age I have reached my dotage
and want words to say the least
since I am lost and out of definition
out of my senses and of orientation
and can only laze bemused in gaga
thinking but of you in stupefied infatuation
like an idiot lolling out of reach
lost to reality and to translation
since I stumbled into some strange alien dimension
out of this world into you.
So here we are and can do nothing
but accept the facts and sort things out
and do the best of it with lots of work;
although love is a thing
that no man ever did succeed
in working his way out of.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 11:25
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