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I’d like everyone to give a warm welcome to
My mind
Who
Has been on an indebting vacation for some time
Two and a half calendar years
Which is
(M- God dear)
Half a televisual century in mind years
After considering the exorbitancy
Of foreign exchange rates.
I have worked in a pharmacy (
Among other accolades
) Have traveled
Out of this world
To the white tapestry forever unraveled
Of — I don’t even recall —
Some kind of purg-ed
Land of controlled hallucinogenic ecstasies;
Sounds colorful
But I promise
(Hoped to die on the cross of my heart)
It isn’t.
I smile with tombstone teeth
Because I began this poem with
The scheming intention of rhyme
But allowed my mind to wander
Since it hasn’t been brave in so long.
Now:
By the lamplight
Without which I’ve grown
Pallid
The warmth spreads like lightning
Or like veins
Or like tributaries newly flooded
(The analogy is things that branch but don’t break)
To a suspension of unmarked depths
And brackish surfaces.

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