In aggregation I left the islands
of leaving with nothing to say.
Had I stayed to learn what everyone heard,
playing tag on objects in compilations,
not so very composing, well, I'd be
publishing among peers with more semance than
words (what everyone has spoken for) but
I'd still be gone, too far gone, to
fiddle in these our stools with any consistency.
Instead I went, coming into world with a great big me
saying, "let's mash it all up, humans without conditions,
leaving wants with nothing to do, singular— and well behind,"
but alongside me, taking leave in an unsaving face
the eye bright link clicked in our heads, and we ignore me,
—that's a yes, that's a handshake, that's a solid connexion.
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Thus I remain, burdened with complex thoughts
still too simple for the halfmade day, with no idea
and too much to say.
So then, I writ no more
that is to say,
when I took mine own eye out
and no one
could hear me go,
"I walked like a mountain."