transparent

the-bowery-house

 

a dark hallway

opens through him

 

he is a door

an absence

 

like an echo

scratching anxiously

 

at a window

to be let in

 

he opens as an emptiness

a conduit for others

 

to shuffle one

fragment into another

 

in an attempt to align

fragility’s last tremor

 

(February 3, 2018)

 

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