Thursday, January 12, 2017

Witching the World






Witching the World


Real loneliness is like a window
from wherein you cannot hear a thing.

My loneliness is the tracks
at a train crossing, a damnation

of gunfire and impact. In silence
my name: the instant at which the gods

finally forget to call. I keep thinking,
sing to yourself and survive. Expand

to infinity like a deaf man expands
his voice in a dream.

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