15 July 2012

71. dn affliction ef eschatology

We dream of bloodless
children grown in laboratories,
transparent skin and big, clear eyes
that have never seen the sun.

Other days, he thinks everyone
already does, that invisible
errors have written themselves
through every too-thin capillary wall.

Once, he picked me up
and held me at arm's length.
There is no mirror in his room.

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