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Black House

so let me indicate the way and the detours for those show what light that in slices shines not tell how many painful steps to where (I furnished the house with pots of poison sharp scissors and sinister frames the windows bite the day the rugs hide traps and the door won't let you out) welcome to the end

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 6/2/2022 5:12:00 PM

The first thought that comes to mind, Marco, is severe depression, the kind which often leads to suicide. Painful, debitating, enclosing, sinister, and ultimately "the door won't let you out." I'm sure this could be a metaphor for other things, but that's what I thought as I was reading it. Good stuff!

Marco Chies
Date: 6/2/2022 5:22:00 PM

it's a heavy text, Milton. at the beginning the speaker quotes inconclusive, lost sentences. Then he lists the defenses and weapons he possesses. concludes with an invitation to the ultimate departure. conceptual poetry, sad, but basically a literary exercise set in a troubled mind...