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I’m becoming
one note
can you hear it?
more hollow than a moan
can you feel my shoulders giving it shape?
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no one else hears me
they cover the air with spittle and shine
foot walking around and around the center
no one dares touch
except with them as the star
of their own imaginations
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It’s scary to think which way that goes
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I’ve lost my skin nowadays
anyone can walk right in
pass right through and walk out the hole
in my heart
more flutter than beating
birds have strong but brittle bones
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I remember being that child
the one
more than one note
singing
Poetry of Light 