Framed need or wrinkled
wish that cannot be fulfilled
In the long run only pause
while existence has never
been more than dread good
getting used to static before
a transformation confused
with bushes leaves no trace
in the wind-ruffled prints of
bare feet and legs outstretched
on the move dumping facts
that give the impression of
a spacious landscape in the
windows hazy from smoke
while in reality air itself is
a forest of fading barriers
built up with transmitters
tempting manifold forms
determined to go by instinct
to judge demand returning
from a nearby market feeling
impossible attempt made
at communication during
torrent from book still closed
Nice one. Lots of good lines. I especially like "air itself is / a forest of fading barriers."
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