Wednesday, 7 April 2021

Call Me Into Being


Day 7





Easy as

Turning eyes away

Arms passive

Words astray

You bestow on me this pain

And then look elsewhere


I'm phantom

The blur in old prints

Cracked, seeping

Meltwater

By absence of scrutiny

I cease now to be


 


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