High mountain
sleep amnesia
restless passage
older burns
not merely déjà
vu
waking to the voice
a hammered lightning bolt
like in the Book
spoke just one word
"me!”
without a clue
I wondered what
to do
that pronoun's midnight
declaration
truly
lost on me
sent away
I sat unmoved
before climbing on again
no mystery now
no mystery now
it's only me!
Image:
I am (detail) –
synthetic polymer paint, sand, ash on stretched canvas / jskewes
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