A sudden poem: “Parallel Universes”

She had the blazing beauty of those poets
whose eyes have opened to the raging blast
of a word well placed.

As such, age would not get to her
the way she would get to age

and I don’t know who she was
and I don’t know if she was at all.

Still, I could have pinned every single word
that I imagined her oracle spark would spill
to the walls of my long gone apartment

In my worst acolyte rags I could plead
guilty as charged
of wandering, as a peer
in the shadow of her art

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