Painted Poem #6/21

In the Temple of Sadness

When sadness sat at my table last night I saw that he was beautiful just like my friend

told me he was the friend who called last week to tell me she was dying

Beautiful sadness windows smudged with steam the ceaseless watercourse way the vanishing of what makes things alive

melancholy night filled with rain

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