Unspeakable

March 19, 2015

This poem first appeared on Facebook.

Between now
and the absolute moment,
there is a waiting
like a dance on rotted wood.
We work and live on,
you jest and I laugh
like you, uneasily.

Another day slides
into familiar darkness.
It is getting harder
to make ourselves forget
what is still drawing near.
More and more
we become conscious
of playacting normalcy
by how we stop one another
from even guessing.

Only the hoax
that, against our wishes,
turns out true
can save us now.

Gwee Li SuiĀ 
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