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Come closer to me in waiting something just for you, That hasn’t touched your lips yet a Lacuna O so blue In the gap, a hollow, a missing space, in a pool or pit, There's a place that's sunken left wide open barely fit What Beauty in a Lake--our absence once held water, Mystery in a form you take, an island sculpted potter I see it in an outline, should be, but isn't yet, remains, A missing line in a manuscript pause in a word pains Almost remember, forget, lost, an impression lingers, Still, press me in a forward, Interlacing in our fingers Never fully present, what's felt in a partial vanishing, In echoes of a ghost, skipping over the water, ringing A shape that still remembers being filled 1 more time, I feel in you, invited, silence traces, holy kisses rhyme Lacunae in your loss rooms still waiting to be entered, Rest gentle spaces with you slow to soft was wintered
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC
A Lacuna O So Blue
Come closer to me in waiting something just for you, That hasn’t touched your lips yet a Lacuna O so blue In the gap, a hollow, a missing space, in a pool or pit, There's a place that's sunken left wide open barely fit What Beauty in a Lake--our absence once held water, Mystery in a form you take, an island sculpted potter I see it in an outline, should be, but isn't yet, remains, A missing line in a manuscript pause in a word pains Almost remember, forget, lost, an impression lingers, Still, press me in a forward, Interlacing in our fingers Never fully present, what's felt in a partial vanishing, In echoes of a ghost, skipping over the water, ringing A shape that still remembers being filled 1 more time, I feel in you, invited, silence traces, holy kisses rhyme Lacunae in your loss rooms still waiting to be entered, Rest gentle spaces with you slow to soft was wintered
I remember passing over a mountain to a lacuna with the clearest blue that just slid by me, you take my breath away, what a view, that I thought, take a picture, but you slipped away, on the legs of a lake, let me touch you--what peace--"stay soft" I hear you say ...
DarrellBaughn
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62/M/Jackson, Mississippi
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC
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