gray blur of a room--
slate skies oversee the broken pavements
out the dust stained window--
I am nowhere and everywhere
in this configuration eye and thing seen together etc. etc.
out of the daily etc.
the point that transfixes and expands--
I awake again but to what
that could be different? If I knew
I wouldn't be here groggy and asking
looking at this point like a fuzzed blotch
of glowing pearl--
beckon Mary-- I chastise your son
and distance myself from you
with distaff mischief--
I shake myself
and commence again the lineaments
of healing and atonement--
doing because doing is all
can be done
to amend...
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