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so i

walk

into

this

empty

white

corridor.

It

resounds

with

the emptiness

the squareness

the

multiplication

the

amplification,

the

recurring

emptiness

of

this

world

without

you.

there are

some small

brown winged

moths

in this

collection –

seen in

the right

light –

their

Mottled wings

hold a

certain

Incandescence-

an

internal glow-

heavier

than the

ornate

gilded

frames they

have been

placed

pinned

and

hung in.

 

You are:

eerie

resounding

sound,

real unreal.

Dusk and

full shadow,

seen unseen.

A suddenly

certain

uncertainty.

The ghost

in

my head.

 

she

loses

misplaces

finds

invents.

all

her

words.

they

were

buried

somewhere

beneath

this

clumsy

shedding

of

her

skin.

beneath

this

in

sis

tent

pulse.

beneath

this

et

er

nal

eve

rlas

ting

din.

for a time

i thought

that

i could

contain

myself,

saw success in

a neat

magical binding

with chain

and

with lock

and  with cage.

 i

took this cage.

Submerged it.

Plunged it into

water

and depth

and darkness…

Turns

out that

I am

an escape artist,

a Houdini like

tendency

for unpicking

dissembling

the knots

 allononelongbreath

roomfornomorenow

rising

from

the supposed

dead.

#1

I let you cut me

once too often with your blunt

indifferent knives

 

#2

I let you undo

me as easily as a

newly stitched zipper

Remember this:

Dragon dreaming

is cunning,

broken free from

 caves

where it was

buried

for

our own

protection.

Expect

no

good

today.

and did you

think that

I lacked the being?

that

I wouldn’t take

the sharp/en/d

of this

pen,

stab you

right

through

your throat

your lungs

your heart

with it?

eventually

impaling you

as

self righteously

as you have

continually demanded.

i want to fall

asleep,

your thigh

wrapped tight

over mine,

calm

curve

of bodies

aligned,

all angles

stripped

away.

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