500 MARKED DAYS
Away from all this aplomb and wizardry -
distance and space, if you please. This is
now something looming - the fracture of
what is seen, the meat of the loom and thread,
the meaning that seeps in the seams. I will carry
nothing, nor a water-bearer for lies and the thirst
of lying be. After hours, like this, everything is
closed up; even the chairs are up on the tables.
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