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Missing in Action

Posted to Poetry

Remaining naked beneath decisions
As silent rumours breathe of broken feelings.
Adapting with a slow realness
To the sense which breaks the remainder
And removes all.
Hiding pain, raising the atlas of the floor
Till direction becomes calm.
Pain hidden as far as the sense
Which transforms interior into fact.
And as realness turns into absent shutdowns
It is he leaves all.