Author's Commentary
A quick poem i wrote while sitting on the bench in between classes.
I who sit in the crosswind
Listening to distant woes three hours off to the left
Calculated fears and architectural discord
One wall built—Erected hope
Three to go in need of a roof
I who observe life from a bench
See through opaque eyes and brand my brain
Pretty girls walking nearby
Flaunt what I miss the most
Beauty tortures me through absence
I who think, I who walk
I who ride a bike through life and campus
Seeking a faster passage through time
I who weep, I who dream, I who sleep
Hoping the next day feels magnetic
Death looks into the hearts of men
He sees through me; he waits for me
Much as I wait for her
With longing hands and visions of contact
When fingers lock two ignite as one
Lovers entangled—life devoured
Both nourish the appetites of the seekers
Starving for all time for the connection
Love and death, both must wait
For beauty is an arcane device
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