The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for October 2002

hearing myself
think not
wanting to
listen

still
       at
the window
making up
the rules

to count and
clip and
measure

time
hearing my
brain work
its way
through the
illusion of

i fish
around in it
every hour
i dream it
in the mornings
i face it

and look away
    [at space
    at the
    iconography
    of im
    agination]

still
sitting
and taking
it all in

missing it
somehow

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