Tuesday, October 23, 2012

He Himself

"The void carved
by the missing
object turns into
a filling for itself..."

He has awakened
from a dream
he can't remember.

His sex's asleep,
his thighs sticky.

He avoids looking
into any mirror
for as long
as he can.

He looks out
of windows and
at photographs instead.

He thinks that
something's missing.  Maybe
it's just him.

He buries himself
in his work.

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