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Where
finalities are sought
and
dredged
like
words
from
terminal corners
of rooms
where
there remain
a
quantifiable measure
of
self-identity
to
extract from
the
guttering sentiments
festering
behind
the
sleeping eye
…
and to
remember
this
room
that was
skeletal
and surreal
in intimate details
where
faces of strangers
would
appear
divested
of an essence
that
interprets
the
space between
the
words that were
unspoken
…
and
sometimes
a ghost
would appear
recalling
the sallow desires
that
breathed life
and then
were left
as sea
wrack
in a
retreating tide
…
and many
mark this
as a
page once written
and not
returned to
a
blemish
better
left forgotten
and a
view
from a
window
in a room
showing grey clouds
above a
garden
and an
obliquely angled
trajectory of sun
painting
stains
on a pavement
in the foreground
and
recalling to mind
the facile significance
in the walls of perception
erected
by impermanent vessels
clothed
in flesh and bone and blood
clinging
to arcane verities
and
deeply rooted anachronistic myths
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