Let’s say all the doctors are right.
And the analysts. The priests.
My education.
Beneath every word, a formal structure—
Japanese garden,
functioning kidney,
everything a right angle
designed to come after
an open-ended question.
So what use the images in this dream?
What use the pursuing shadow,
the expanding hallway?
What use that I wake just before,
expecting a different outcome
from morning?
I’ve written for them all
a never-ending list of words
unconnected to my heart’s quickening,
to be built into a theory,
translated back into nothing.
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