You came disguised in your clothing
what colours is the skin between hems?
You came disguised in your silence,
and your leaving.
You sit by, leaning over some fire
stirring until your eyes water
in its coaly brilliance.
You woke a moment ago
wearing no clothes at all, no silence, no leaving
not brittle fragile as stirred ashes
but a body of cloud
feeling yourself whole, as all particulars touch
particles through the ether.
You go no where
but wrap yourself in new found arms
a waking, most coherent, child.
oct 28, 08
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