Without Faith

by Seth Jani

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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Also by this author
Beginner’s Mind This piece appears in Issue 9
In The Rotary Silence of Seasons This piece appears in Issue 4
Shooter This piece appears in Issue 4

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