No Matter
No matter how hard I try,
I cannot read your mind,
Though it's open like a book And spread across the sky.
Though the signs that you were here Are clear to me In my beaten heart.
Still, I try to resurrect Your image phoenix-like From your ashen lips.
In death your words Turn to braille.
Incomprehensible to the sighted or the living But understood beneath the earth.
Mike Stone
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