LINES FROM THE MEAN TIME

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The whole deep river
of the train goes by: fool--fool--fool--fool--fool--fool--fool--

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"When the test comes back positive
+
not a shield not a flower

not even a feeling
I don’t believe it

the body and its sick pleasures
what flowering

armor
gorgeously ruined

ruined

boats of my body
what has changed"

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I write for myself and strangers.

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"It was weird because my blood was outside my body."

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"We all have to make a choice.
The world turns on the lights and has coffee.

We all have to make a choice, should we
jump, leap out of the windows?--out

of our lives?" We'll be here, like this. Like
the world: One morning

you're having coffee and then you're reaching for
a stranger's hand, some cliffside

of the new life begins in darkness
metal
blue warmth of a heartbeat
ash--

Save me. Save
yourself. Orphans
of beauty; Orphans of accident.

"You have to make a decision. It's what you're left with
against being

left alive." After the explosion
inside. After the fallen city, the avalanche

of static blackness--
"Alone, each of us will have to choose."

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I have secrets.

(whispered)

I have a secret life I need--

(You are
a room of my own online)

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My Letters make me feel like a Ruiner.

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Friends and Strangers, it's what we have against.
How
are we to know what.

Are we to do if.
Blood or unseen energies--

collapse. (whispered) My
Flesh, My Foe, My Only

Knowing and True
Night. You are the galloping inside me.

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