“”Crossing the Night 2” © Edward Michael Supranowicz
Things Known and Unknown
There’s something inside of me.
There’s something outside of me.
I don’t know what it is.
There is an empty dish on the table.
There is dust on the floor.
Am I a soldier in a forgotten war?
Am I a child that was stillborn?
There is something inside of me.
There is something outside of me.
I do not know what it is.
I have swum in my words.
I have drowned in silence.
It is always winter, and I am frozen.
It is always summer and I melt,evaporate.
There’s something inside of me.
There’s something outside of me.
I don’t know what it is.
I know love is sharp and cuts the careless.
I know love is soft as a baby’s breath.
I know a heart is mortal.
I know a second is eternal
There is something inside of me.
There is something outside of me.
I do not know what it is.
The world is inside of me.
The world is outside of me.
My heart reaches towards my soul;
My hands stretch out into the wind.
Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, The Door Is A Jar, The Phoenix, and The Harvard Advocate. Edward is also a published poet who has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize multiple times.
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