if I break myself open
leave the language
I speak to myself
without thought
without hesitation
there is no atmosphere
to burn layers away
I fall and fall
without definition
without words
open silent in love
I am not a ghost
in desperate need
without hope
without redemption
poetry’s coy exchange
folded and tucked away
here then again later
extracted in disregard
to what I’ve become
(December 5, 2016)
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