| It is this great absence
that is like a presence, that compels
me to address it without hope
of a reply. It is a room I enter
from which someone has just
gone, the vestibule for the arrival
of one who has not yet come.
I modernise the anachronism
of my language, but he is no more here
than before. Genes and molecules
have no more power to call
him up than the incense of the Hebrews
at their altars. My equations fail
as my words do. What resources have I
other than the emptiness without him of my whole
being, a vacuum he may not abhor?
A poem shared in the Poetry Society of Westcott
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| I have to say...WE ARE NOT SAFE!!!! For some reason, my previous Xanga account was hacked and I cannot log myself in!!!! This is a warning sign... next time it could be my online banking account!!!
I am a very security conscious person, probably due to my professional training... I have all sorts of security feature protecting my computer... but yet...
I guess it's also a reminder for me to update my posting more often and to change my password more often...
Anyway, for those who care... life as a student is fantastic!!!!!
Emmanuel
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