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
.:.
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