Prisoner in the Tower
the mind distressed
disoriented dispossessed
far from the nature
“of a clear and equal glass”
seeking anew a new
co-creation
pact finds instead
a make-up mirror
to signal with or shatter
in a funk upon discovering
it likes electric sheep
to sleep on and keep
up with not count a kind
of company or off
on its own (its own!) body
slalom total touch re-
currently inclining
crossing to one
voice more than another
like a small creek that stays clear
through numerousness finding
steering by the falling
feel of wavelet speech re-making
(entirely) the shore
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