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thought hovers

is this thought mine?

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I watch the few words

just there

I look askance to see if they move

do they move of their own volition?

no

they hover

simultaneously

we’re moving through walls

what does this mean?

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I once could hear through walls

I’d lost my skin

rendered immobile

I heard nuclear indifference

red lights green lights

flying metal and a dying jesus

I wet myself

although the bed stayed dry

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I looked for what was left

at the time

I was empty

much later I understood

this was the right place to start

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it takes awhile

starting from nothing

to un-know everything

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we hover

not knowing

we move through walls

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    Acrylic on paper….j. h. white