my mirror, my mirror on the wall
that I am tells me / beauties lie inthe eye of the beholden / my eyes
swim through the closed collegegates & remember / oh how I long
for the not-so-long-ago / with a you
ng skein of nostalgae on my mind //a grief ago, huh, dylan / how much
worse is a grief after / waiting forgodots by a tree of ungolden bou
ghs without a rope // when the doctor asks, how are you feeling, the
greatest disease is a lack of wordsshakespeare surfing the net for ham
net, pinging him / gone too soon sonwind spun smoke / ice swirled coke
dream cream sleep / depth of a beep //akhmatova's requiem burning in
stalin fires but also saved in her &hers mind / neruda scurrying with
the CIA on his trail / a comet witha tail of poetry // every country has
more blood on its hands than tearsto wash them away / because coun
try is not a singular noun / each pixel a people, each border made of
people chained together, of peopleonly able to look one way with ti
ring eyes & tiring tiring hands // forgive me, ajay, for I have seen mys
elf found in the times of doubt / beauties die in the die of the die & I
found myself seen / a grief after
~Ajay
14/11/2020
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