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When The Glow Falls
(December 30, 2022)
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Lines in the sky
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Askew angular projections
Reflections ​of the afflictions of architecture​​​
Moored in the stabilities of tension​​
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Lines in the sky
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Curves coiling carelessly
​ Circling the vast celestial dimension​​
Mired in the affinities of madness
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. 2 .
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Scattered lights
Sprinkled multitudes
Glints and reversals
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Born and reborn again
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Since when began what
And what began when​​
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Unknowables
Unwritten in time​
Unresolved and discarded
Epistles
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. 3 .
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I have doubt
All about
And throughout my spaces
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I hold doubt, aloft
Like a crucial, dispensable
Shred of paper
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I carry doubt around town
Like a clumsy basket of lemons
Atop my pricked shoulder
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. 4 .
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The limitations of what you can describe
The weaknesses within the margins you transcribe
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The manipulation of you
When you attempt the manipulation of the world​
With enumerations, enunciations,
Insufferable iterations​
Of being
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Who you are
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. 5 .
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How long will I have this time
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To peer out into the dark nothingness
And listen to some bothersome squawking
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Some dubious distant morning sound​
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The slamming of steel upon steel
Or onto the frozen natural ground​
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How long until the bridesmaid of drudgery
Throws her shackles at my feet once again
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. 6 .
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Tomorrow is already spent
With her collapsed legs and deleted arms​
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First they came for the space in your mind​
Then they came for the faces, sublime​
Then they came for the length of your lines​
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The ending will be your final forgetting
Of who you were
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And who you are​​​​​
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