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NO LONGER



Allison Eir Jenks



All seems safe in my little box.
Invisible drapes tie my eyes.
Simple words glue my teeth.

Everything I can picture in my mind, exists.
On some other side,
hearts shoot through careless floods,
Undetected eyes float,
Phantoms crawl through heavy dust.
Rebellious sleepwalkers sing a universal chorus.
Serene mornings are disturbed by foul-handed wolves.
Creatures move through hidden parts of the moon
Birds speak their marble language.

The drinking mind is the universe.

Here, heroes take their stations.
Murderers dress in suits.
Crazy animals are devoured.

Profiles of death chase.
I will add to the collection of sleeping fields;
Graveyards with names and names.
Who are they?
Who were they?
Who will I be?
Years bring attics of deteriorating photos.
Not all are equipped for fame.

Ancient signs in the stars are dormant.
We've forgotten how to cross borders.
Facts limit us from our own endurance.

The disturbed howls from the underground
are blocked by grass.

I can no longer let every day be close to the same,
Confining smiles to certain places.



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