June 23, 2013


you are building your own cosmology
out of broken tinker toys
assassinated meanings and logics
shells assembled from broken words

meaning for you is private
and that is a problem

you are a self disappearing
            behind a kabuki mask of anguish
defiant in your personal finitude


there is the gravel shore of a grey lake
with no horizon
the water blends to the sky

and you’re out there in a rowboat
but there is no sound
no movement

and we’re waiting here for you

to come back in

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