ex-sistere

I write my name with dissolving pen

I try to fix the ink but then

It dissolves, dissolves and dissolves again.

The moment flees without a trace

Its every beat and breath a face

Ineffable offering to replace

The paltry portrait I’d embraced.

And I, the purest, clearest screen

Living mystery of the dream

Posing not as pauper nor as Queen

But resting, as the Unseen, seen.

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