Ambivalence, from The 25th Fly

Ramil Digal Gulle

My love, ambivalence is just

a shadow of what once was.
And well, looking out the spaces
laid out, stretched to Nowhere
Begets more of reaching
startled, amused, afraid of the End’s
giant Eyeball eyeballing
now teasing its target, now pleading.
I cannot traverse this unbeaten
path to you. Like you, a wraith
Over-dreaming, dead in the dead
Votive candor of nights when
Even stars fall in slivers of ice,
a novel way of bridging
Your pre-recorded voice and mine, lost
scattered in the static in-between;
we cannot Overstate this paradox,
Undo what we did to each other.