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Who We Are

Mark Fleury

It’s about attention
(I’m a windowless vehicle)
Or a haunted room:
Clouds: silhouettes
Of red smoke water,
Preceded by the Clear
Mind (apocalypse)
Of their own
Imperceptible movement,
The blue from beyond
An orange bucket
Of sand on a beach
Near a yellow shovel. Where is
The child?

I braked a car.
A crow wouldn’t leave
A dead robin on
The broken yellow line;
Traveling of its own accord,
Feathers spreading shiny blue,
Won’t leave me alone.

It’s about attention,
Like the Angel ignored
Sickens into demonic
Temptation for all
Outside its calling:
The simultaneous, limited
Labyrinth of thoughts,
An exitless maze,
The passage of time,
Over during a blink:

Descent and ascension
As from a dimly lit
Staircase to a living
Room of the Soul:
(The place in between...)
A yellow couch, backed
By a green comforter
Below a robin’s nest
On the sill.

Place is extended
during wretchedness,
Like the baby birds
Pecking out of
Their own blue eggs.

Unexpectedly, the Angel
Is a tension
From who we are.

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