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
waiting
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
screaming
but there is no sound
no movement
and we’re waiting here for you
to come back in
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