through a broken mirror and a
forgotten face; through fading smoke
in the shape of hands; through
transparent gauze and painted canvas

from the deck of a pitching ship;
from orbit; from the depths of a
collapsed coal-mine; from
stillness; from revolving pain

with blind sight; with shivering
harmonics; with the rattle of the
subway and the taste of smoke;
with the smell of ozone and salt

i remember to forget myself
and it is You who watches
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