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photo by Mary Ellen Mark ©
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talisman
empty your soul here
she said we have
the best transition stations
guild guided and gilded
we search for
a certain childlike gullibility
or at the very least
we look for an ability to trust
a suspension of cynicism
something that says
we can make
someone believe
in something
even if it is
only a momentary smile
we sell
articulate shells
the souls fill
we tell
your pieced assured
the calm warm palms
you are stolen
fleeting
fractured
seconds
falling off
your thoughts,
pockets, songs
and poems
we store
your more
for you
to pour
here out
she said
this is why
surrendering
death
is birth
becoming
life
through
an endless
hunger lens
of glass and
cold spring
mornings
voyeur cannibalism
the passerby
and stage mime
is screaming
dreaming aloud
I wish
rag doll heaven
weren’t so close
to the ground
EJR ©
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