15th day, the tax-man pays the drum


When the written parts

Meet the lived parts

Meet the staging area

Where the lights split

And line the foyer, the floor

With finger touch and photocopy

Meet the version of you

Kept silent all through years

Of color the names of which

On repeat get lifted from your head

A bed like the concrete flooring

Connects one song to a person

And a person to the string

Lit from below inside her

Blowing about inside this room

The names you’ve forgotten

For things you’ve lost

A happy limp through tapes

The hips cased in chalk

I am standing on deck

The lapse of lines been drawn

And you reform here

In pace between

Words and exact


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