Wednesday, February 21, 2018

WILL

I.

There's just
no living

in this
present tense. I am

of the earth,
and of the earth with the breath

of its silty
wind, I'll sing,

each passing second proving—
reality was

but an art-
ful delusion.


II.

Timelessness.
Dreamless
sleep. Non-
arrival. Boredom.

—these lapses

you cannot have;
I'm taking them
with me.


III.

Bury me—
in any body

of water

which hasn't
already—

got a name.

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