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Parallax
 

These apparitions - so many faces,    

still too many eyes watching you    

become. Do you recognize me, at last? 

The aperture slips - 

trailing some translucent incantations      

down the corridor:      

          blue retrieves blue - 

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Misaligned, 

my second eyes   

fixate on the sidelong blur:

Prophecies return, unsynced;  

falling into

forms, truer than truth,

you have long folded 

then rended across time.

 

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          water forgets water - 

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Recognize me?

Scentless snow rests

in some forking garden

no wrong path. 

Kept mistaking the afterimages

pinned across the cosmos like glances

waiting

for a signal, 

or a delay, 

in un-mistaking yourself - 

These apparitions - so many faces,    

still too many eyes watching you    

become.

Do you recognize me, at last? 

Always awake,

as a bullet hole

on the door shoots a tiny sun -

silverline still intact. But

God stays dark. Repeating

the same stories, but

never the same nights.

You may return now, wearing another face.

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Look once

into the lucent ash on ocean silk

every cloud is put to the grave.

When the eclipse didn’t feel imminent - 

(if ever) 

before the leap of the cast

before we turned to unforming foam

Now - leap. This time.

 

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A thin film of ice,

a breath of negative

archives the unraveling blue -

questions the sea keeps

unsaid, unmaking some necessity.

All is as pure as the beginning. But was it ever 

the beginning? 

It begins, unthinking:

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turning every corner

of pretending ease, I run into myself

in facing mirrors, both ends stretching -

 

a corridor!

you almost knew -

clouds resurrect clouds -          

 

you almost knew. 

blue retrieves blue -           

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