I found bricks to hold so I may feel
again
the weight of my body otherwise i'll
float
away from the now before me around
me surrounding me as though I am lost
in all the empty space all the
planet-potential
at night books cover my body-- the
weight
of scalp-to-toe hardback poems whose
bathwater
stained pages blanket me in smeared
beauty I dream better
with this alphabetic weight : I dream :
my whole
my whole
body is wrapped in plaster beneath
shell
my body shrinks smaller because my bones
believe they've been forgotten & my spirit
shrinks in unison inverts on itself black
hole spitting out used-to-be-stars on
the other
unseen side of the universe where the
other me
is very real and counting fish beside the
river
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