It shimmers still
All things perceived
In the prism of your absence
short poetry
Writing practice
Trying to cajole myself into practice
Too close to losing it while having something
Preferring to be wild with noting to lose
Basket case
Elaborate lies
Weaving baskets
Ready to carry you away
when you’re wearing your best straitjacket
In between
In between somewhere
Not quite here, there
Or anywhere
No place here
I
feel my lack of place
In this world
Expanding with every breath
When words aren’t enough
words aren’t enough
But i’m locke in
And words are all I have
But they don’t quite deliver
The picture
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