don’t try to read me
into the lines before you
seek clarity in yourself
what resonance still hums
comes from your blood’s
primal pull and pulse
what you see as me
are but bats’ echoes’
understandings
your own utterings
alter upon return
to shift a direction
as a butterfly’s wings
adrift through the air
touch the nothings there
(January 26, 2015)
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