I am here sometimes
Where Light plays games
In tricks and shadows
Darkness bleeds
And the wind carries whispers
And the signs point at me
And these eyes know who I am
And they say:
You are death inside
Pure ice
Your words
turn the flame of a candle
Into stone
You stun and shock and harry
You ruin with your eyes
Your every move
Is a settled debt
And here I am
The specter of a man
Born posthumously
In this space
I am
Self and other
Other to myself
And to look up
I must stare into puddles
I must rise by sinking
Deeper into the mud
I was here once
I remember it well
The confusion of
That negative place
Where stations leave trains
And veins flow through blood
I am perilously close to playing
Coin logick against knot magick
Panic hacking the retina of your mind’s eye
The way you rise
The way you lie sideways
And smile with all teeth
Showing sparkly clean
And clearly I am now
One with yesterday’s rain
A mud puddle of laughing gas
Smiling back at me
Theatrically
It whispers
“You are nowhere”
It whispers
“You are now here”.
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