In hindsight,
I was always disturbed
by the reasoning you brushed
off during the hours and hours
of demands and requests upon that
table. Do I reject the fact that you’re
able? No, no you’re more than able, I’m just
stating you should maybe try to keep an eye fixed
on the front; you practically live at the hinds now.
The hinds of our lives can only be partially measured – even
then, I have to adjust the whole sensor just to clear the image
you’ve left me.
The hounds are onto us.
Can you hear the screams? It’s like your clothes : violent at the seams
quiet dispossesed and heavy-tempered. It’s you, isn’t it? It’s but
another form in the Great Majestic Library of Forms you suggest
but never reveal. It’s funny really. It’s as if you think
of it as a cheap trick: to look, and not look.
To see but what there is to see. Well,
listen, semantics was never my strong
point, but nevertheless, I cannot
keep on suggesting you should
come out of the petty hole
you’ve dug and live a
thing in a way.
Though I am near,
I cannot stay.
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