the cusp of knowledge
is the edge of madness
an actors pause
and comedy timing
~
you live
in that
blank stillborn beat
when
youre
drunk
and
clear
and
almost knowing
and the moon is still with you
refusing
to divulge
the status
of the
investigation
~
youre a scapegoat
in the
beauty ache
of dawn
stretched on the good grass
of the bowling green
you broke in again . . .
hands reaching out fingertips
aerials in the airspace
receiving . . .
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