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The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021



are you the child
with the black crayon
in his fist

scribbling with one color
until an entire page
is filled in
and no one's line
is distinguishable
from any other

is that what its like
to be one
without words
or a shadow


the snow in the air
surprised me
the horizon line
the low-flying sparrows
obliterated
and earth became sky
and sky became earth
all the air quieted
is this the muffle of
leaden grief
the world too much
sitting on my chest
my words no longer speak
the dampness of my heart
has blanketed my last word

the yellow yolk made the journey
to the far side of the world
where its met the horizon of a new day
but I'm not there
I'm stuck in the world of darkness
I'm told that's where I live
and belong
as if it was my home

I know I've never been home
my shoes have never been set
upon a mat
I'm worn down from traveling
the ruts of darkened dirty streets
I'm been in every city
and you can see me
but you never look
but only look away

I am the unknowable
the other-other
the inconceivable
the misery and the miserable
the thing you step over
and move out of your way.


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