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