the chair

typing trying

to make



wanting to understand, yearning

yet still only ankle deep and sifting

sometimes skillfully the stream 

separated by layers from the chair

separated from thoughts by the chair

occasional magic:

separated by thoughts from the chair

siphon with effort a layer of my world in words

submerging myself for inspection

setting with keys carefully to make it look alive

hoping for crystal value

hoping it will hold up under inspectacles

or sometimes trying to fit

readymade keys to holes

hoping they will just slip in

hoping they will open closed spaces

To pass across liminal fields

of things of thought

ever more hazy

find faint tracery

almost imperceptible

almost illusion

a gate, slip beyond

a truth may be just near


...I am now nowhere near the chair

lights night window blur keys chair



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