Friday, January 25, 2013


Who’s standing behind
Me out of the corner of
My left eye disquieting
Attention like a signal
Trespass of reception
Fading in fading out
Bleeding one pretext
Into the next deceived
Of all perspective yet
Listening between the
Sounds observing an
Empty space expelled
From the void forged
Of aspect in the image
Of familiarity remains
As fleetingly akin to
Me as some revenant
Unknown to itself
& unrelenting


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