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| illustration by Walter Crane |
if not for you Narcissus ( a mirror
poem)
circle,
parry, thwart, thrust
trust
here is an elusive elixir
fighting
for my soul
psychopathy
versus sociopathy
there
must always be
it
seems, five senses seen
as
embodying a mean
a
walk along an open road
is
a journey where one finds a point
at
which surrendering to the unknown
becomes
another complete cycle
singing
seized
falling
upon
any
moment I can
throw myself into
whispered
movements mimicking
what
tomorrow brings
to
burn back to rain
a
few coins jangle
want
me
to
toss caution
inside
myself
the
mason jars
are
already labeled
with
formaldehyde
and
the kept parts
of
my humanity
songs
of sixpence
pockets
full of rye
here
I am
only
partly dead
wanting
still
to
feel alive
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