Petals
for Ezra Pound
The faces in the crowd ripple me.
A blank gaze
Sawing me in half --
The blankness of the page
holding me
holding me
Together.
Submerged drifting drowning --
Cassandra screams,
No one is steering
this ship!
But we are falling apart, away,
A multitude ripples
Apparitions in the crowd.
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