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Unread 10-06-2021, 12:09 PM
W T Clark W T Clark is offline
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Default the feel of not to feel it

The train, steel maggot, was worming
its underworld of tracks
when a red eye petrified it, and peering
through an eye
like window I saw the world remade
as multiplying nothing: a Hades-black.
And I thought of space
of any iced void that suffocates, how
I found it squatting
here too at the centre of things: numb
as lidocaine: my life, this hollowed mouth
a glass width from my face.
The window was suddenly too thin.
And then the train bolted on.
L9 lin-broken.
"my life, this hollowed mouth" was "this mouth / of absence"
Penultimate line was "the window suddenly seemed"

Possible other version

The train, steel maggot, worms
its underworld of tracks
when a red eye petrifies it, and through the squinting
window the world's remade
as multiplying nothing: so Styx-black.
At first the thought of space,
of an iced void that suffocates,
and how it's squatting
here too at the centre of things: numb
as lidocaine: your life this hollowed mouth
a glass width from the face.
The worm-skin window suddenly too thin.
And then the squirming on.

Last edited by W T Clark; 10-24-2021 at 05:36 AM.
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