Ode to Rene Margritte
Attempting the Impossible
La Magie Noire
I forgave my bitterness but returned your course
I couldn’t follow you into your abyss
The last goodbye to you but with a kiss
To remind me it started with many places
Ended with unreadable traces
I felt you painted me with oil
Threw water on and watched me recoil
Your face became a muddled cover
And I couldn’t see, that you were my lover
The deed had done itself under
Replaced my beating heart with thunder
The heavens lapped their clouds around my breast
As the earth slowly took over the rest
We dangled on the edge of obsolete
Because our affection had never been complete
All this in me you could portray
When I fell in love with you, Rene
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