11/16/15

to go on, strange and untethered
a solitary entity of movement
talking into a cavernous museum
rooms full of dinosaur bones

when color is unfamiliar
and my voice is not my own
is this what it’s like to pretend?
to pretend to be in the world

these things i say, these things i do
these things people say i do
these things i see with closed eyes
movement without friction

mental separation, reasoning
why would i do such a thing?
unable to hold, unable to grasp
i don’t know what we believe

this pint, it doesn’t belong here
it doesn’t seem real, it’s disconnected
this bar-stool, it’s odd—uncoupled
this cell phone, it’s worthless
all is like a vapor—all is beside me

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