I’ve let so much light pass behind closed eyes,
a film blending into ravaged reels.

How the characters realized they were slowly dying
and I was blinking
for cuts in and out of reality.

Aspirin crumbles into powdered fire,
finding, with blind eye, flammable body.

They reach from the screen into my youth,
recognizing my fall from life,
taking me home.

Poisoned sympathy for a body of work

They realized something
I had yet to find.


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