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Clairvoyance
All I have to account myself are my eyes
which are red and white and blue
and all I can witness are the eyes of others
and these all gather around me like a chorus
conducted in perfect acoustics of accusations
but my soul has no sound system
inaudible is everything I really am
my soul is in some 24th dimension
it is the shape shifter behind locked doors
the changing sands that
never wash up or granules
of dirt that can't cling to thus
and gathered around me are mouths that chide idly
about me are stances of the many strangers
but I do not mind this
it is not pressure I don't even begin to question of me
because no matter what
what I have seen of me is good
stirred myself up to the surface
nothing is worthless
until it might be weighed
and even in that weight, the index of everything
cannot be cataloged from me or of me
i fit in no scale
i outlive my completed self every 7 years
and yet i remain
not in my brain
certainly not my body
it will never get any better
bigger, but not better
and if i grow smaller
i invite it, because
more for everyone else
and not in my heart
for it can cut itself off
from the rest of this messy stuff
it is strange days that have woken me up
it is pain that stirs the sigularity of me
and it is inherent that barring any catastohpic castration
I will not be around here in some capacity
or spark in a light headed mind
bursting like internal fireworks
before the fainting departure of a never really was
in some name too many years from now
or as some glimpse in a freckle
frowned upon by many, loved by few
or chewed and gnawed on constantly
at last as poor Yorkick's dogbone
or some toenail clipping returned to Dixon
having traveled from one garbage dump to the next
and back home to be buried under the unchanging left-behinds
or naturally selected to fall as rain into the flood
as some seafoam stirred in the endlessness of eternity
rolling out and over in an instant
i have lived my life
and seen all of this before i was dead
behind eyes blue and white and red
