Shining Star

The Find

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Things fall apart
at the slightest touch
New words cannot be found
only the old, looping
round and around.

Insanity can be found
here,
and here.

Pain, of course,
everywhere.

Reading Rilke,
I try to breathe
but am drowned
in his sea of beauty.

His sea, mind,
not mine,
And for the first time
I find myself
bitter.


- Shaista Tayabali, 2011
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