In Lieu of Leonora CarringtonDay Rush |
2020-12-21
there is an odd consensus
that i define by seeing and
selling the talking to convicts
of crimes done in plain sight
the light that blinds
it heats it binds
it turns it burns
to rose gold and clay
the blind that knows
its teeth its nose
its feet its knee
all dissolve away
consensus there is that
where i hang my bawdy hit man
collapsing waves inside the mind
and form anew a world
others i have known again
again unknown again as friend
i find inside and hide away
there in divine madness
(h/t a shock of recognition on reading The New Yorker)
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