voices come to me unannounced i
answer them. they offer unfinished
questions. i have incompletes to give
spoken, in the language of broken.
mouth sounds, garbled out sync
from a time before, the out spark misfire.
they hover near my face, sometimes they
bark, i am the one begging. they slide into
me as i become. disappear at my bidding
back into the porous wall, the white noise sleep,
the shutter, curtain to the overwhelm,
offered up from the land of never born. i sink.
i am the stone, recumbent
under ice river, white numb bone.
the water goddess ice shelf
washes over me.
i drift to sea. no dreams live underwater.
blanc nothing, buoyant in loss. i am
absent. existence ebbs & flows
inside the undertow i was born into, that keeps me
down. i kick, twitch to surface spitting.
lashed incomplete, inside confusion.
drying out, thawing, i will remember who i was,
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