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Sam Rudnick Poem
You don't know any better than I
Nor I any better than you
Only god knows better than either of us
And he has gone out to lunch
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Sam Rudnick Poem
We move unobstructed through a frozen desert—
desolation which welcomes, indiscriminately, fools like us
with open arms, roaring heat and blinding light.
Unfounded confidence and a thirst for what comes next drives our feet forward
and our heads up.
Ice and snow crunch beneath our boots
as we cross shallow streams of vivid blue
Etched, stark, against brilliant white.
The sun sears my already burnt skin from above and below,
and my eyes, overwhelmed, do not see.
I, despite
the dull ache in my back
the sting of cold wind on my lips
the numbness in my toes
and my blinded eyes,
am lost in the absence of thought.
I'm not in a happy place,
nor am I uncomfortable.
If anything, I am nothing, my mind nowhere—
blank as the snow around me.
Yet when the cold air yanks me back to the present,
nothing turns to cold
and cold to exhilaration.
Out here, in this frozen desert, with nothing below my feet but ice and nothing before me that I can see—
out in this Great Land North where the sun never sets,
endings do not exist.
Thus I cannot help but to wonder what it would be like
to live my life as such, unrestrained by beginnings and ends,
Hoping to cease not till death.
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Sam Rudnick Poem
Traitor.
She’s a traitor.
She brought harm to me
and unto my family
And I won't forgive her
Not ever
Never
But I won’t stop missing her, she
Loved me and loved my family
And we loved her.
And I will never
forget her
The warmth she brought us
And the cold when she wrenched it away
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Sam Rudnick Poem
How peculiar that
the roaring wind in my ears is so deafening;
Yet the roaring wind in my ears,
drowning out even the loudest of voices,
brings with it a most profound silence.
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