2020-10-29 05:09

You can stand in the rain,
you could lift the dark.

You could sit, not talking, even as
you finally get it. You imagine

the whole world is
you, in strange places.

You suspect, wrongly perhaps.
You take two extra seconds. The idlenes

of the TV: this is you, content
to roll over. Do you mean art

should be visible somehow? You’re almost
arguing. You’d say something else.

(2004-10-07)


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