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Nov 2020
i think about ambiguity more than
most people
i draw a sharp, thin line
around ambiguity
and press it into my pages
I slice through the guts of ambiguity
and diagram each piece
until I can see all
the unspoken things
that are transparent to those
who don't have my scalpel
I eat up and digest ambiguity
to see the impressions crawling
under my skin
then I spit it all out
back into its context
and watch it bloom in the pool
of its common ground

but the people I do think about
I have no logical blade for
their names were etched into my pathways
but context elided
and reconstruction is impossible
remnant revenants
with no interpretation
oriana phor
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