Imagine me being here now this very moment just as I am slipping through my own disembodied awareness like a silver dolphin alone in a sea of shadows on the moon on the eyeless side of the mirror. s you must undergo like the sea enduring its own weather.
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for Sally
The painting finished, I sit at my desk
and go on painting windows and computer screens.
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Out here alone so late at night
with all these spectacular stars
burning through the clean glass
of the freezing winter air
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IN THAT SLUM OF A NEIGHBOURHOOD
In that slum of a neighbourhood
you were the Butterscotch Man.
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So far down this road
without a destination
my childhood doesn't
recognize me anymore.
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Silence here, long whispers of moonlight
suggesting things invisible appear,
occult constellations I read in reverse
on the chilly night air. Wildflowers
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I look into people's faces
and I see the same wound
under many different scars.
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Noise seeping into the silence.
The apartment groans, cracks it knuckles.
The gas furnace flares, a poppy, a matchbook,
and as things heat up, the tin pipes
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The greater love unanswered; it could only end this way,
a star without planets shining into the inhuman solitude
that receives everything without distinction or caste
like mountains toppling into the valleys that shadowed their rising
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Lost, but deliberately so, and every bridge a contradiction,
the water walking on me, and the stars
fingering this abacus of planets with emergency dial-tones,
celestial spheres with lunar polyps on their vocal cords,
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