The Quaesitum Might Come to You

~ a love poem of sorts ~

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Are

you

blind or

merely sightless?

To a dark horseman’s tread

you walk with whispers.

Look

to the dimension

of persistent fortitude

for your lost days

of journeys not

found in travels.

I must warn you —

Turned in on yourself

you may find

neither

sanctum nor sanctuary

but ah

in my heart?

In my heart

Seethes an ocean.

Overfish it

by all means,

but only

if it can save you

Farida Haque

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