i am not
there,
where
my bones
break
and
become
air. no,
not there,
where i lose
my voice to the
wind and unearth the
hollow from beneath my
skin and i live without, i die
within and i would never begin
myself
again.
i am not
there,
where
my bones
break
and
become
air. no,
not there,
where i lose
my voice to the
wind and unearth the
hollow from beneath my
skin and i live without, i die
within and i would never begin
myself
again.
Another timethere was a place i used to go
when i was young and not so old
full of words i used to know
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to feel the tug of thread
encircling me, encircling you
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The weight of it all.
It shouldn't be heavy - how
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from the idling of meaning in words
to the dust-speckled sun -
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trace the patterns in the palindrome
palms pressed against a wall blind
and stumbling in the broad midday we
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