within your secret name there is a window

 

 

 

within your secret name there is a window

the world is desperate to enter

 

it crossed the bridge of my unfinished body

and then vanished

 

it stole my voice to use as a map

 

my hands and my eyes,

these are just a few of the cages

the world drags behind its crusade

for your name.

 

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but  i have a hidden body

that the world has never held,

a hidden mouth the world cannot hear

 

and i have built an incomprehensible ladder

and i have set it against the dark sky

 

and all this time i have been climbing.

 

 

 

 

from a hand for the drowned  Mike Schertzer, 1994