She stands in the truth,
a puddle of lysergic acid
that seeps into her bare soles,
as a tuning peg twists her gut.
The single page, crisp,
bends, hangs limp
where index and thumb tips
barely touch left and right edges.
Her blue eyes quickly sweep left and right, work
their way slowly from top to bottom, absorb his self-eulogy,
drain their color out and onto the page.
As each drop hits, ink blots change from explanation and apologies
to a Rorschach Test to which she will never have an answer.
Moisture leaves her body faster than she feels it will be replaced,
she is mummifying herself alive in Sokushinbutsu,
attempting to join the Xerces Blue letter-author
who flew away into extinction.
The walls around her now close, tight, stone;
her only contact with the outside world the string of her memory
attached to the bell of loss.
The weight of the page
she holds destroys her.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 9:01 AM UTC
She stands in the truth,
a puddle of lysergic acid
that seeps into her bare soles,
as a tuning peg twists her gut.
The single page, crisp,
bends, hangs limp
where index and thumb tips
barely touch left and right edges.
Her blue eyes quickly sweep left and right, work
their way slowly from top to bottom, absorb his self-eulogy,
drain their color out and onto the page.
As each drop hits, ink blots change from explanation and apologies
to a Rorschach Test to which she will never have an answer.
Moisture leaves her body faster than she feels it will be replaced,
she is mummifying herself alive in Sokushinbutsu,
attempting to join the Xerces Blue letter-author
who flew away into extinction.
The walls around her now close, tight, stone;
her only contact with the outside world the string of her memory
attached to the bell of loss.
The weight of the page
she holds destroys her.
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