#Poem No Sun, No Magic

This present unembroidered nature
is locked to forever, all destiny
a constant keynote

Then something tears
when I touch your lips
my voice rips mid-breath

They say it’s all in my head
but, in truth, you are complicit
By definition, a quality of action
distinguished by contrast
whether I observe you or not

Clouds force me to forget
I am not fully reborn
Nags undermine me
they suggest a failure of integration


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