You are everything to me,
In the lindens,
In the movable type of clocks,
In the rotary silence of seasons.
To lose the mirage of your face,
The story of you being real,
Would be to wander alone
In the most heartbreaking,
Most imaginary place.
Musical composition by Victor D. Sandiego
Seth Jani originates from rural Maine but currently resides in Seattle, WA. He is the founder of Seven CirclePress and his own work has been published widely in such journals as The Foundling Review, East Coast Literary Review, Red Ceilings Press and Hobo Camp Review. More about him and his work can be found on his web site.
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