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The Unknown Poet
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A bag upon his thoughtful brow,
he writes where city sirens wail.
A whisper slipped between the words-
too fleeting,
yet by design.
We read,
we wonder:
was it mine?
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The Nebula

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The Nebula there is a nebula behind my eyes a slow weather of light made from what I keep and what I cannot keep here drifts the smell of my father’s workshop oil and iron and an afternoon that never ended here drifts my grandmother’s voice after she forgot the word for my name here drifts the room where someone left and I told a joke to avoid the sentence we both already knew all of it turning without decision sometimes a single image falls into the cloud a blue cup on a white tablecloth the shape of your hand when you reached for mine the sound the door made the last time my father came home before my mother left him fragments gather like gravity gathers dust around them the unfinished days begin to glow as if they had been waiting but it is only the nebula failing once more at becoming a star there are also the lives that did not happen the child we almost had who appears from time to time at the edge of sleep the version of my sister who did not listen to politicians not qualified to give health advice the self who spoke on the night when i stayed quiet their outlines are faint but they persist when I turn away they become weather when I listen they feel like relatives in the nebula nothing is entirely dead nothing is entirely born astronomers say a nebula is grave and nursery a place where collapse and beginning share the same dust if that is true then i am not a single life i am the region where many lives have fallen apart a sky inside the skull where memory and forgetting keep changing roles a drifting brightness that once believed it was a single star and still for reasons it does not know continues to shine on the way out -Gerhard Oevermann 2025
November 29, 2025 at 7:57 PM
unknownpoet.bsky.social
Wow. You should expand this.
November 22, 2025 at 5:03 PM
unknownpoet.bsky.social
Thank you very much for sharing, Jen. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
@jennnne.bsky.social
October 24, 2025 at 1:14 PM