I’m fine, thanks. How are you?

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apart

apart

kept apart

apart from everything

apart from everything else

there is this

rankling realisation 

that this

even this

my space

has been 

kept apart

i have been 

SCREAMING

into a void

that is

kept apart

my words 

have fallen 

into nothing

nowhere

kept apart

my pain

has gathered

insensible

in drifts

kept apart

away

elsewhere

otherwise

unseen

apart

&

apart

kept apart

even this

is/become

a cage

perhaps

perhaps...

The getting of "wisdom"

Today I remembered a time when La Narcisse hit me with a book. 

Feet

I stayed awake all night, the other night, and this is why. 

whenceforth

           …   

Struggle

 I struggle with this …

Cruelty

At what point did you realise

Disembodied

There is something nearly disembodying

It’s after 4 am

and what’s keeping me awake is…

--- flayed

 This is --- 

Unsaid

How do I say that which remains unsaid? 

How do I give even the tiniest part of it breath, a voice? 

How do I climb out from under the weight of forgotten years? 

How do I distill this most precious into words? 

Reference

The good and the bad, 

the greatness and smallness 

of their story 

will stand. 

This may or may not be true

... but it’s overwhelmingly how I’m feeling. 

#this

 this bitter love / this twisted knife / 

 this idle dream / this lying strife / 

Complex

Instead of those words, someone wrote these - - - 

Don't say a word

              

                   

S      I            L     

   E      N    

     C   E     

                    

Untorn

silence

like

a

membrane

untorn

and
on

the

other

side

clear

air

I need to breathe

This is not silence

If I wrote about how it was,
  

This is the house

This is the house that Jean built.