3300. AMENDED AND VARIANT

AMENDED AND VARIANT

You've made me disappear - stiletto and sabre,

all those things passed from lethargy to slavery

and back. Reflected globes are shimmering in the

water, on surfaces where they should not be.

So many things, rejected, seem still to be around.

Solace, like a pancake, flattens and distorts the

angles. We wash the air with a teary dirge.

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It was ice cream. It was the night. Kinglets sang;

narrow drawers held hundreds of the little birds.

Festering, from tree to tree, bad vibrations rang,

motions without merit, dangling items left for

play. A thin flashlight line, and a bead of some

illumined moment, again made me think of you.

I reached for nothing, and it was there.

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All along the spider's web, the masses in the

street kept marching; screaming they were,

all together, like morons, as one about something:

Hustled and hassled, huddled and huge.

I never understood a thing except my own

needs - for silence, detachment,

disconnection and dreaming.