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Why didn’t I tell

“I am a seer

and I’ve always been

I’ve seen myself sky cold

I’ve seen the dust floating in a dark light haze

landing on bubblegum pink lips

paler and paler, hour after hour

I’ve SEEN the silence –

smells like dried flowers

I’ve seen all this

all this

and nothing else”

?

Why did I name it

“a-vox-i-timia”

and believed it this hard

?

Why the empty boxes

Why the shut up jaw

?

Why on earth

in a warm night of white noise

would three old friends come back

hissing as morning rain

?

 

I knew.

I knew their names.

Shock

Shiver

Shame

Forgive me for all the lies.

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