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taped

Posted to Action Poetry




paused
recorded
frozen in
frame memory
you are always
there spliced
into scenes
where you should
not be
subliminal
incarnations
of your shadow
a matter
of lighting
as someone always
seems to speak
to me from off
camera
i rewind
to the part
where you
asked my
permission
a sad longing
whisper
of a boy
who said
what i always
thought i
would first.