In which Silence Commands Space
What weakness is this?
The Past is an Unrecognised Dream
After Primo told me how to feel
Between Leaving and Going
Phone Calls on Mountains
Have we become the flailing fish?
The Poetics of Self-Help, published in IAAC
Empty Room, It's Kind of Hard to Explain: Deep Dive
AFTER PRIMO TOLD ME HOW TO FEEL
And this unknown language, is what keeps me
at the feet of my future. I turn the wheel.
And my body rotates. I walk the line of the circle.
But the walls do not fall. I listen to the earth.
And it’s strange way speaks. Indicating
There is no other journey than this.
This dance, that is made up
Of a routine and rhythm so slow,
That to be inside it is to feel nothing.
Yet this is the nothing I fear.
I fear unfeeling, as I fear the new year.
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