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The Unanswered Why
03:13
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I woke this morning to find you missing
present in body but not in spirit
and as we have all found
spirit is all that counts
Then by the afternoon there was no sign of you
in the corporeal or the memorial
Shaven head. Contact lens.
Documents torn to shreds.
A vapour trail of disgrace, the only thing that remained.
How could you calculate a disappearance?
How could you nullify our shared experience?
Just how bad can things be to continuously flee the scene?
What tore its way through your mind?
And then, moreover, why?
I still wait for a reply
to the unanswered why.
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Inner-National
04:55
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Where do you go in your head?
Which inner nation?
Are you a disappearer?
If so, what takes you into that liminal zone?
What does it feel like?
How do you leave behind home?
How do you slip away?
You are an imagining.
As real as any natural, wonderful thing.
Or maybe realer.
You’re somewhere totally else.
You have transitioned.
A shadow as long as the life
that is now in your possession.
There are machines in your waking life
and they were built to locate you,
but they will never know really why
this drab meadow at dusk has changed you.
So take in all that you can,
collaging all the remainders into new alternate lands,
into elaborate chambers.
Everything’s gonna collapse,
save for the refuge buried beneath your synapse,
nestled in brain cells.
Only your inner nation is worth defending.
Enter the fortress of mind
and raise up the drawbridge behind you.
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An apparition,
an alignment of the mind,
in a conflation of two places at a time,
wherein lies a confluence of sound and temperature,
a sense and scent that pulls you back to where
the world creaked by without event.
And where what fell into the window of your view,
however brief, was all that was happening to you.
No other truth.
Soap operas on high road theatres.
The dance of seasons as they alter.
A tumble dryer rumbling.
And then that moment passed as a moment’s wont to do.
But by that logic, there will be another soon.
A different set of circumstances,
new seasons in different dances.
An apparition once again.
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