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After Midnight, Outside Bridgeport

November 18, 2017



There are moments when
this machine of degradation
appears almost immaculate -
like a grand weaving
whose warps and wefts
are so well interlaced
as to construct an illusion
that one must accept as real
and inescapable.


And yet it is not seamless. 

There are also moments
when one finds softening
in the body, a falling
into something ancient,
into a resonance which dissolves
the architecture of that falsehood,
and one recalls the truth
that we are animals
meant to be free.


If there is one thing
that I believe
it is that our bodies
possess a certain wisdom,
a certain wholeness
that we cannot forsake
no matter the depth of our deception,
and should we entrust ourselves
to that design, should we
remember to heed its call,
we might remember
where we came from.


We might foresee
where we are going.

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