apologies to Paul Celan
traces of the night
trail like spider’s
thread behind us
to pattern the way
there is no me
this dream the other
tucks between everyone
and my scream’s yawn
an indifferent gorge
a possibility opened
like a myopic eye
rimed with sleep
(March 2013)

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