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The Prescription
The Prescription
Darling, d'you think you can't see as you did?
Then find inside this battered tin,
this tin that smells of cold metal and rust,
these steel-rimmed spectacles. Hook them on,...
On a Train
On a Train
The book I've been reading
rests on my knee. You sleep.
It's beautiful out there -
fields, little lakes and winter trees
in February sunlight,
every car park a shining...
Love Is
a giving
& a measured taking
amputation
re-creating
everlasting
interface
a prison
& an open space
a teasing glimpse
of holy grail
a generator...
It Is Here
It Is Here
(for A)
What sound was that?
I turn away, into the shaking room.
What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in?
What is...
For What Binds Us
For What Binds Us
There are names for what binds us:
strong forces, weak forces.
Look around, you can see them:
the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,
nails rusting into the places they...
