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Tabula Fractus
Tabula Fractus
come with me to this moment
where remembering begins
the bubbles in my head pop
and there we are
hammering truth to fiction
future to past
words are the floor we're stepping over
years later past the wire fences
rain like medicine drops
across the narrow plane
days grow up here
flowery months of yellow red
absorb the rumored poison
I thought I had it
figured out
night looks back in anger
eating up the air
I have to find a place
snap the light switch on
bolt the darkness out
all this just to breathe
a little
finished with the first part
too feeble for the last
it melts
turns to vapor
finely pulsed through woven flesh
I've dropped my last decision
fire for the nothing there
that slips around me
convex layers
spirit wings appear above me
this time we won't remember
the crawling ashes singing
autumn burns within me
the guardrail grammar crashes hard
against this sharp abatis
I am not what I think
nor from thinking thus descended
Copyright ©
Paul Trimble
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