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Untitled (5/24/11)

August 15, 2011

almost reached the top,
fruitless search for otherness
in same

your tempo rises to the occasion,
but in the moment,
blank and heartless stares creep forward
lurching in frozen, languid timelessness

can’t stop the shame burrowing, honey-down
drops, stretching
long to go where the pile ends, the bottle empty,

instead woven with familiar equivocations,
one and one bending
halves into threes

you can have it as long as you’ll keep moving
nothing moves so slow
to keep you in your way
the same as in your tussled breathing

look no further,
you’ve named it from without

rendering the shapeless home of doubt
a shining frame

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