I am not here.
Life is a caked
musical note.
Vibrations resonate
Clothe the nudity
Apply clay to sound
Cosmetics and candle
wax
Melting occupations
To be this, to be
that
I am not sure I ever
wanted
Anyplace
Attachments
Connected universal
chord
Single sound
Vibrating from
nothing
What is
No matter
Where the beings in
that way down place
Are in the note
Layers of language
Erectile dysfunction
television
Cat tufts and
muttered smoke
Converse in a haze
gasping
Thinning breath
Need to dive down
Store clocks warp
consciousness
Trying to remember
what we are
Ocean a melody of dissonance
Energy beacon power
plant buoys
Vibrating
I am not here
I am writing books
and reading labels
Nonfiction fences
fending surface dwellers
An ocean a
quadrillion quadrillion meters of water
All directions
appearing in blink
Over bottomlessness
Infinite density
Vibrating
How can I feel so
alone?
Hold my breath to
stay on the surface
Expecting to talk
Enter rooms invisible
Not sure if I want
to know
I might be afraid of
connecting with anyone
Foolish god damn
childish
Imp afraid to dance
Acknowledge the
beauty in a diamond
Rocks
Ember of what is
Poetry, truth
Scent of mirages
Naked empires
Trying to love again
after apocalypse
Sleeping through
spring
Static radio
Dissonance guitar
strum
Trying to hear your
voice
Afraid to use
identifiers
To attempt
specificity
Blue lips and triceps
tattoos
I thought I saw you
once
I wonder some nights
I am blind now
Valentines blade
through cotton
Oxygen in the thin
air
Let a nest arrest infibulation
Fears of massacred
lovely parts of a body
Censored speech mixed
in the twigs and bloody moss
Feathers lift to
forget incantations
Spells we tell ourselves
That this is the no
place
The place of poetry
and matchstick words
The poetry of
sidewalks and lighting green lawns aflame
Teenage messiahs
made good
That the vibration is real
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