Cicada

When you spend so long
Trying to simulate life
Trying to re-present life
To try to
Try to
Make a ‘life’
You can start to forget your solidity
Evaporate to that place
Where all the forgetting goes
Here, you can forget the meat of your body

Until
A dusk your mind back up in your skull
Until a sunset squeezes you back through
Back behind your eyeballs

And the cicada choir exalts

Even then
You’ll strain the moment
Through your language sieve
Diced up
Presented thus

But at least now
When you see the silhouette
Of three birds black
Glide past
You with breathe in their updraft
Feel your chestmeat ebb
Bonestretch swell
Lay down your pen

And the cicada choir exalts

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