Nowhere Man

my feet are lighter than water

and skin

a warm but repetitive thing

gouache spreads, I am riding this light

a dynamic cellular beating lifts and a rush of wing feeds the air

I am the nowhere man

holding the gold with certain eyes, willing the contrast

striking the wrist and peeling the flesh….

kneading morbid thought in silver fists

I AM

pulling grass with smiling ivory

cracking twigs and ribs

knowing

in the desert

in the centre of coral

in the midst of leaking heat

my feet

are lighter

than water

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