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Slow (another poem)

I want to be lost within your search

flood-lights, numb within my cave-capsized-heart-strings

(stings):

buried beneath (among) the thousand umbilical

cords, severed in my night, numbered among the stars....

 

Found only when needed,

I am s u p e r f I c i a l, my surface is a blur, a mesh of

safety-pinned-landscapes within

thick moon cream-waves....

 

I [never] see me.

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