Poems and Poetry

Almost | A Poem by Marie MacSweeney

Almost as though
atoms
assemble always
towards wholeness
and
chaos longs
for final
shape;
almost as though
tears
bring forth
torrents of
song;
almost as though
all sense
is compacted
in fugitive
fragments
loosed from futile dreams;
almost as though
ice
might burn into fire,
desire
excite forever;
almost as though
light
shall solemnly
master
night
I speak to you.



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