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I am not this shadow
i am not its sun
pulling shoots from fields of plastic — cutting sunflowers under fluorescent,
trimming fat from a cows thigh still there is a something
—
a character who has been in all the stories the very heart
a main character who plays supporting roles and remains pulling taffy in the middle
for others
unaware of held in breath
the eye comes level with the audience
In my sleep, I am an oyster. I am the sea. Always a bivalve - I am an old man and oyster. I would like to live as a monk, but life's a lot better in this car with a window driving drunks up and down a receding coast.
I believe in sun.
I believe in moon.
I love beauty not because my eyes do, as one who loves a person, but because my own eyes do not.
I was watching in this spot when I left my father in this strand of existence for the last time; voluntarily I was watching him
when he went (I would look at the roof) he took a light shade & turned the lamp
black & lit it
with a small candle, the
wick cut to a nub