Vision
She took her own neck
into her own hands
and tugged and howled silently.
Have I seen this before?
Am I watching a film
or hearing a dream?
No scream, or invisible, inaudible
scheme performed by my head?
Can they see my movements as I copy;
hear, with their eyes, my screech?
Will that silent whinge or yammer teach them
to know me? Or am I, am I?
So strange to see that neck
taken into her hands
as she howls silently!
Has she done this before, as my vision seems to tell?
(4 Oct 2024)
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