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Tuesday, June 6, 2017


this black thought today
normally an impassive companion, 
taking whatever I have to give, 
and remaining an unbreakable lake,
now gurgles in the font of every exchange
hangs nearly undetectable, between particles of breath,
and dissipates like dew under the heat of questions.

the ideas that used to play, a well intentioned assemblage of
consonants, sentiments and rhymes, delicious with abstraction 
rendered an hour not just an hour: exponential 
cell division of minutes, blooms inside moments, clustering, and culminates
an apparition of voluptuous shape, soft and thick as the air of summer dusk,  
but now collapsing upon itself, a principled arrest

and the absurdity to mistake it for fully human.