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| "Incantations by Twilight" graphite on paper by Cristina Querrer |
So neither
Are all the times
We depended
On space and time
To pin our meanings
Inside milk cartons
They go adrift
And sink down
And what rises and stay
Are radioactive
Dust particles, ingested
In disbelief
Like a tsunami
Or typhoon victim
Shock becomes the norm
As deaf-mutes
We gave up signing
What is language
But sketchy sign-stealing
This is the result:
I see you
At the corner of my eye
A motion
A dark shadow
In fits of bad dreams
With no clarity
As for telepathy?
Stop answering—decoding—
Speak through
Phosphene air
Halt all motor imageries
More than hands, feet
Once touched
Space widens
At its center
Continents divide
Further
Emit now
Or—else—
Eternal memory
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