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the why and the how,

the then this now,  north is south.

this compass broken

heat humidity

and i lick the sweat from your brow

humidity heat

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.

 

I wake

at 6 am

eyelids

gut

hands

fluttering.

I remember

Now

that your

voice

sounded

as flat

and

Pinned

as the

gold framed

moths

i once

hung

on our

hallway wall.

let’s do it: smash them

all right here right now. bask in

the sunlit reveal.

sunshine dreaming white

snap crisp breeze grazed – bed linen

pegged to a new day

 there are

many

different ways of

looking at this same view,

i understand

some perspectives might

even be quite lovely.

 but  most times,

i feel like i am

staring.

head

upside

down.

eyes reddened by

pressure.

balancing carefully

on my hands.

these

feet held

 in the air.

the rush to my head.

unable to

see

anything

through the

throbbing thrumming

 blood blurred

 beat.

knife edge of self doubt

walked precariously tight:

believe in me now?

ball step to heel pad,

this edgy rhythm roll mine,

it pounds out the pain.

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