Dot
Calling out into the void
Calling sestra
Do you read this
Do you see my writing
As truthDot - Dorothy - Mother
Let us reminisce
or die -
alone
Poetry Drafts
Sinking
One thousand lifetimes
Captured in words of others
In writing
Of life
Of moments
Now almost extinctBricks crumbling into dust
The rocks once solid
Now quicksand
Beneath meThe sinking
The sinking
The sinking feelingNo feeling
No joy
No sorrow
No moreThe Master calls me
& I consider
โฆ
Complying
semi-
FIVE THOUSAND emails
An inbox overflowing, ignored for a century and counting
Now a mere memory, forgotten & purged this nightThese
Those
NO: I SAY
I CARE NOT
I ADMITand withdraw
again from the world
you know; a world in which I do not belong;
semi-colon / semi-
and
// unloved
pretend
Sometimes I disappear,
like at a bat in daylight approaching,
sometimes I come back,
Looking and finding anew the old
The same;;; a comforting blanket
I wrap around me as I try
once again to remain
The same; the sane
the one
I pretend to be
Each day
Each and every wayI can
