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LIFE IS A HORIZONTAL FALL "I...wouldn't do that...if I...were you!" smiles the mirror in a voice silvered with silence. "Well. . ." I tell it "You...are not!" I retrieve my image from the back of the mirror. "The bird sings with its fingers. . ." I say in an Apollinaire-ish way. This shuts the mirror up. It not being au fait with the French poets But, Death takes on innumerable forms. Here, it has no human face. A tablecloth full of holes more present by its "not-thereness" than its... "there-ness." Only the table tells what it is. It haunts me. "I am the door to your death!" it says in its holey voice. There, a staircase climbs into the air only to turn and return to where it began. "I can connect nothing with nothing!" so says the rocking horse staring me in the eye. Death shows me a room I will never ever know as if I were to live in an installation in some future art gallery. I run & hide from myself in my self. Death is waiting for me in my every cell. She smiles like cancer. As Death kisses me the world turns on its axis & day becomes night.
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
LIFE IS A HORIZONTAL FALL
LIFE IS A HORIZONTAL FALL "I...wouldn't do that...if I...were you!" smiles the mirror in a voice silvered with silence. "Well. . ." I tell it "You...are not!" I retrieve my image from the back of the mirror. "The bird sings with its fingers. . ." I say in an Apollinaire-ish way. This shuts the mirror up. It not being au fait with the French poets But, Death takes on innumerable forms. Here, it has no human face. A tablecloth full of holes more present by its "not-thereness" than its... "there-ness." Only the table tells what it is. It haunts me. "I am the door to your death!" it says in its holey voice. There, a staircase climbs into the air only to turn and return to where it began. "I can connect nothing with nothing!" so says the rocking horse staring me in the eye. Death shows me a room I will never ever know as if I were to live in an installation in some future art gallery. I run & hide from myself in my self. Death is waiting for me in my every cell. She smiles like cancer. As Death kisses me the world turns on its axis & day becomes night.
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donall-dempsey
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
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