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 currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress. His own work has been published widely in such places as The Chiron Review, Pretty Owl Poetry, El Portal, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review, VAYAVYA, Gingerbread House, Gravel and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry. Visit him at sethjani.com.
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