1156
2.iii.23
4.61
this
man cannot see himself
for ghost
writing, godsbother
there must be no mirrors
no clear body of water
no shiny surfaces at all
it would be like looking into a tree
drought all around
this man cannot see himself
that is why a universe radiates unambiguously out
all things are in their places
no one need appoint
like a light in the mine
says ‘Sesame’
all open …
he is world explorer
draws everywhere a map
acquires
is a collector
ivory tinkle at the top
cannon of elephant balls
earn more, pay less
you wouldn’t know
he is the train on the way
you’re the tunnel
a suit the same these hundred years
a model of propriety
takes a catastrophic toll
this is a matter of physical need
I never remember a face
offer him the U. R. Whyte Challis Chancellor’s Chair
or Colourless Studies
everyone agrees
no one says a word
this goes unreported in the press
it’s uncontroversial
days, years succeeding
proper, never saw
a whole forest down
the light let in
business as usual
strokes the graph up
it’s a growth
no ceiling
it’s noon
not even a shadow
there’s nothing to see here
his is the way and the truth
as blind as justice this one
the man the king the lord
day’s deity
the shining armour
the hat to show
wash it pale as clouds would
associate with lions
gold always was the colour of lust
witness pistachio frenzy
he’s everywhere and calls the shots
there’s something uncanny
could be the reason why
something pinched like a bum
and here’s a list of no one did
keeps a record for the count
needs a stethoscope to tell
no statue but a heartbeat too
not so invisible to others so
will someone not say
‘I understand your affliction –
this seeing all but not a self
… let me tell you how things look from here’
there’s no need for that
the likes and the views drop off
wasn’t it me all along?
am I not almost hidden now
remaining plain in sight?
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