chance encounter (with a lasting liquor)

Inspired by the phrase ‘it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless’ taken from ‘Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)’ by Walt Whitman.

This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project

there is no
taste
to this

there is no
odour

there is just
the I
of me

the eau
of a being

distilled
from what I am
it is
sufficient

the feeling on your lips
is the taste
of a man
alive

and I
bestride
your rapid
thought-ways

I walk
I march along
your covered paths

places
you thought safe
that
you thought
hidden

I will shelter there
a night
leave my touch
and then
I’ll go

for I am
the day

I am the night time

I am the light that shines
on you
to confirm
you live

yes
you live

when I am gone
the daze
is left

the drunkenness
of is
the nevermore
of was

odourless
and tasteless
it is you
distilled
remaining
for all time

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