Qui Suis Je

the paper edge

ticks along

lifting me from my error…

 

I am not noticed

this spark, this colour, this ache

these words

and it is right, as right as can be in a moving illusion

 

to overlook

 

attention is like glue

 

liquid is the way

liquid is this vessel and contained

 

something bigger

but infinitesimally small

 

I wander a rambling lie

I revel a pressing deceit

I awake in a flaunting dream

 

who am I to be commanding release?

really, I ask

qui suis je?

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Dangling

and there it is

puffy with pain

liquid with shock

orange with fear

dangling

flashing

dangling but still blinking

blinker blinker blinker

exposing in flashes

little linguistadors

filing away

rubbing

glossing

smoothing

conspiralling

seeking

underskin

surging now

dismembering

hammering

and here the dangling

still

the orange star

dripping upwards

blinker

blinker

blinker

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