Opened

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The line demarks a space

opened in the word—

As I speak, I see

the air tremble like glass.

The length of time left

demands fealty to the page,

to a resonance with a past

that is only there in mind.

An open window no longer

distorts vision, nor withholds

access to a world other than

the tight confines of this room.

 

A vein runs my arm’s length,

spilling blood across the floor.

 

(June 15, 2018)

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