Seshat Nibada Poems

The poem of the mind begins
from imitation, the sufficient finding
of ourselves in others, of language in mind
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The silver moon is set
in harvests unseen, the pleiades
rush home across half the night
though the night is never spent
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The day breaks and not my heart
For my heart is as Immortal as the Sun
It shines with thine eyes across distances
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Victory, though it comes too late
I had not learnt creation’s prize
How to survive the engima of living
How to push it clear with flowers
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I am myself the term between
the drift, the dawn, an eternity
of mind dissolving in new minds
so dips this human Eternity
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Because my calling is such
I lose myself in entire days
Whole days of loving too much
Across the lampless silence
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I feel the autumn air
bringing an autumn slack
my bones beneath the black
colors of suffocated dares
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I gave you love gifts
Kisses for your earlobes
I gilded the time where our palms met
Like the fragrance of clean summer air
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Love imagines herself alone
The first responder to serendipity
A situation made for two
Where the one escapes in a blaze –
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The sun is tangled
In my prayers for sunset
It doesn’t matter than
I’m at the goldenth hour of my life
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