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Ghostly shadow mice nibble away...
at the edges of my perception.
Their scurrying sounds...
bitten off consonants of words once important.
Gradually the picture window
of my world
becomes a narrowing view framed
in tiny teeth marks.
Like a man slowly going blind.
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Desert no. II
01:39
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Secrets erupt from eyes,
sightless in ecstasy:
such wrecked beauty.
Dark juice
pressed from delicate fruit,
summer sweet.
Kohl stained tears
mark the creases
where age
will take you one day.
Wipe your face
and let me break you open
just once more.
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When I was a child, my grandmother taught me that the world was a kind place.
And I believed her, because children believe.
As I grew older, I discovered that this wasn’t always so.
I have seen atrocities, large and small.
I called them exceptions.
I told myself that they could only hurt me if I let them.
Now, I am exhausted with the effort of substituting fantasy for reality.
Now, is the day I cannot put a good spin on things.
Now, is lockdown day.
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5. |
Desert no. V
03:35
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6. |
Deserted
02:28
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