poem, poetry, Uncategorized

what has come before this

what has come before this
has nothing to do

it has no deed, but feigns inert
rememory a fractal constellation

carried, when alone
given, when with someone

and in the present will
this sequence offers tongue

believing it knows what
it knows not

the coming is severed from me
separate it was, all the time

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