How fortunate I am
To be with myself
And the blank squares.
I live – love in the
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There’s air;
It’s all you need (so I say).
Xerox shipped me
Aladdin’s carpet
A whole — world*
For me to drift – weightless
-like a draft-
-I pass.
It’s a fairy tale
(“tomorrow is another day”)
The white plaster
a vast horizon – I promise.
Just sign your name
here
Let the draft into your pocket
watch the shapes fly.
I am –
(am I?)
- Fortunate
to be
a page
ready for the truth
in geometry.
Unwrite
Me
let me be packaged
shipped (no charge)
like Moses
into pixels
left forgot-
ten in dimensions
of absence.
*your results may vary.
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