9/23/2022

Palimpsest

What did I use as a painting tool

to spread those blue words 

kneeling in my fleshy reflection? 


The seasons come and go, 

come and go, come and go. 

Come. 

And go.


Hiding is a form of disappearance.  

Rarity precedes extinction. 


The manuscript is leaving the station. 

The last train has been erased.


[LSS, 9/23/22]


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