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You asked me why I picked up

The needle

“Why, why why?”

And all I can say is that



The night has now fully enshrouded me

I’m building the pyre higher around me, does it matter?

To cease the incessant synapses chatter

To soften the constant nerve’s bristles



I must see how fast I can go, how high I can ascend

To the furthest reaches of the softened star-burrs

Whose gentle smile-lights now shine upon my face

And whose incandescent hair is laid in a whisper, softly on my forehead

Nebulous now they have turned me; I fill the room as vapour



You look at me. You think you see truth but it is veiled

I am not strong, though none of you know and have never seen

How I have been snapped dryly by forceful gales

And whipped raw by all of the zephyrs’ betrayals



And so now, whatever it is, is coursing through me

Dissolving the heart’s black mask

And flowing – Gothic and beautiful

My real face in the hands of the tide

Washing up on the shore, where only the moon may gaze

Upon a lost child long turned deep dusk blue

As we both turn restlessly under the covers

Of this, the longest night



NJP 9/4/2006