This is me -
Is me -
You are only
Somebody in a film I think
The Idea of me -
You make me fulfil
Far away from Life in the here and now
That waterfalls
Out of myself -
Where a face is covered by a blanket of a mask
And itches where the brain-waves bleed - eradicating me.
Severed from physical intensities with you -
Where there are roles we could play for a while -
(You - calling me by funny names -)
Make us make no story or particular, transforming dance -
The sudden acquirement of a long-dead laugh -
But only recognise the wind and altering of light on me, on you -
Dying - where no lens shines to rescue
With effects
What you could do
In the other-ness and void...
Give me a cigarette since you're here
Depleting the drift of a poem - speaking to itself -
Drag me away
From the elaborate smoke
That is the chains and the twisting ropes
Of this silence under life
Eating at our voices and our useful words,
Deconstructing all the dreams where we're unique
And I am not what dreams and shadows make me Me.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
