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Into Autumn

Like a refrigerator
that turns itself off and shudders,
my body shivers
with each heartbeat
that marks the end of time

Insomnia and dreamless sleep dance
on the surface of deep space,
my awareness folded
'round a German pencil sharpener
and an elusive thought

The names of faces wiggle
up ahead;
long dead picketing
at the far end of consciousness

Each morning the last
and the first,
my body's insistence a fall
forward
into my mind's hesitance
at [pi]

The one remaining Musca domestica spirals
behind the curtain,
involuntarily expressing
the contemplative nature of evolution
in its serpentine artistry,
embellishing the moment with a buzz
of true improvisation

My sense of Day and September
is spun into the buzzing,
my skeleton glowing
somewhere
in a focused detachment,
an absolute tranquillity
wherein eyes lose sight
and stars fall

nails growing into autumn




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Publicerad 2020-09-09 10:34



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