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Imaginary
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2007 Were all so i oriented
Perfecting the symbols to dot the i’s.
And pretty soon i becomes detached limbs,
The image in the mirror that doesn’t understand
The little dot of mass proportions
The letter of imaginary numbers.
i couldn’t bare to tell you
What happens when the
Mirror stares back and the
Shower scalds skin already asleep.
Whirlwind the wisdom softly
Through each pillowcase
Like the thread that holds it together
Loathing and envying
Are ripping the skin off
My rational, complex, and imaginary friends.
Hanging horizontally from the flag-post
Hate tugging every decent part away—
the pea coat eccentricities
Something’s are bound
To then be ripped
To then be stripped
To i
The Oceanographer
Knows the finds in my mind
Why can't he sea me?
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