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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


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.




Forgive me for all the lies.

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