Poem: Nunc Dimittis

Dismissed, but not summoned. No vision stays the advancing numbness. Insensibility without release, like a coma. If only souls were fungible; numerical superfluity restored Job’s stolen joy, but for alterity there is no substitute: all-singular, all- wondrous, all-you— all gone. Those incorrigible ringlets around your temples, the quiet dignity of your refusal, the childish rapture … Continue reading Poem: Nunc Dimittis