untitled (april 2020 #2)

I have a torch on my keys
For special occasions
That doesn’t quite work
As well as it used to.

In my mechanical stupor
I watch the music
And read what I listen,
Rattling off of light.

My head space is a cinema
And I have paid in full
To see this image,
(Which is not really itself).

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