Friday, January 10, 2014


They reside in that exacting void inside
where nothing can confide with you.
All ideas have been rejected by them there,

in their claustrophobic air,
as they wait for you to share 
their bodies with your waking consciousness,

quaking to break out like messy untoward little
bangs, babies of the Big One that awoke you
from paralysis, immune to all deductions

and analysis: creatures that no exegesis
could have helped you to have known -- features
that no amniocentesis could have shown.


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