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A lot of Them




I was your imagination
a mouth turns into a mouse
turns into a cat

When people look at me
they see something i do not see

	What is it like...
		When they see/
		What they see/
	Do they truly see the best of me?

subtle-grimace (or 3-the body is not me)



i take my place
amongst the citizenry
facing
the status-quo austerities
with
	pitiful
			degree
of patience

In the beginning
there were
no named things
And so
there was Nothing,
the womb of wisdom

CIRCULATING
Living as the threshold

LETTING GO
of the injurious hold

Only my Lyft driver
knows for sure

Im smashing my face
into a new mantle

Im joining
both sides of the grain,
both for and against

Ive witheld money
from myself
and laughed directly
in my face,
slammed the door
on myself
and door
after door etcetera

From the ceiling
i see myself
jolt in my sleep
at the sound of
faces falling
onto the floor

I see myself roll over
onto my left side wearing
a subtle pungeant grimace

I take my place along the floor,
the body is too me.

Dear Self, I was lost on you

Get it out now

The prognosis is
	über-silence

I commiserate with the walls
our stiffnesses, 
	how we wish
	an earthquake would
	happen while we are
	holding this old ceiling  I look down at the floor and ask,
"Were you using right speech!"

Wall is me;
	my rat generation's overdue

Dear Self,
	I was lost on you