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 Dec 2019 No One
jay
the cat
 Dec 2019 No One
jay
O            I
am       my
own         way
of    being   in
view  and     yet
invisible          at
once,   hearing
everything
you   see,   I
see   all   of
whatever  you
can have  heard.
Even  inside  the
deep   silences   of
black   silhouettes.
Like  these  images
of furry surfaces
darkly playing cat
and mouse with your
doubts about wether
other mind can ever
be drawn from hiding
and made to be heard.
An inferred language
i can  speak only in
your   voice, are you
done   with my shadow?
that   thread of dark.
word                    
can                
all                    
          run                                  
out                  
now                        
and                                
end                      
our            
tale.                
...
so illusive

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