In




…in

the chair

typing trying



to make

Keys



sound



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

enough



...I am now nowhere near the chair




lights night window blur keys chair


 .:.


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