vineri, 12 iunie 2009


I'm landing on thick memories today,
Vertigo towards the roots of me;
Sun bakes some spring and squeezes deja-vous from green,
Angles of self throughout the chaos of their dawns prolonged.
I'm tracing all my births as I peel off amnesia,
And downward I'm becoming me.
Each one of you, historical, is me today,
All the peculiarities in light that I once shared with you
Fuse the inherences within your bygone presence,
Perhaps even your right to be,
And marry tenses in a simultaneous I.
When I brood on it all-out,
Perhaps you never were real to me,
Just as I'm never facts,
Perhaps you're all my very foster homes.

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