The Page Will Not Contain You - Grace Perry

The page will not contain you
I cannot make a man from an ink blot
perception is illusion
reality is not cockled in the dream
my work can never by my life
not for a minute
vision's sharper than the truth
and twice as final
we delude ourselves to talk of love
there is no chain between the separate bodies
we link ourselves together
with silk scarves inscribed 'forever'
I cannot write your name

I am object beyond all expression
daily I chisel my cemetery of words
I do not wake the dead to rise again.