Diana Tokaji
Hold for the smallest moment
The art of pretend
Hold fast the dying
and make it false
Make for the moment
the moon in its place
And lie quickly beneath to remember.
Quiet the absence like a dream
and every time awakening
send for more sleep
Find in this
a peace which is gone
Find the moon again and hold, for
nothing is permanent
He slips out the fingers
he washes his absence and leaves
so easily.
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