Indefinite

April Fox
i, in my depth-starved
mind sit
quiet
wrapped in echoes of laughter
the soundwaves of doors closing
ripple the air
the silence is thick with
the things left behind

behind the blue, sun comes out
rain reminiscing with
light-dappled grass
i am under the
under the
trees

i know nothing but this
and it's now

nostalgia trip, memory
we were forever
ago we were everything
nothing
has
changed

late nights and circular time thoughts,
string theory
we were brilliant
we knew things
before they were real
we knew we were there
we are
indefinite
still.

Published by April Fox

When she isn't writing for sites like livestrong and typef, April can usually be found with her head in a book, lying in the sun blowing bubbles, or perched near the stage listening to music and trying to av...  View profile

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  • Stanley W. Shura8/12/2011

    Wow!!!! This is not only my favorite stuff of my favorite literary genre', but #$%$ do you sure know how to truly spin the mystic with the physics, the transcendant with the finite, with genuine poetic finesse and elegance! LOOOOOOVE this piece, April!

  • Laura Cone8/12/2011

    great job

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