A note to the chorus [1]

A calculated item
positioned in calculate rows.
I am illustrating
around me
in two dimensional cutouts
not as demanding upon these eyes,
easier to live with.

a movement back
less close but closer in some ways
innate subtleties;
girls from high school discuss
breast feeding and I wonder
of their swollen mammaries,
thanking some stoic figure
that nothing is clutched onto
me, suckling.

nothing blind-eyed dependant
with fingers that reach up
to a face that can hardly
look in its eyes.

I imagine there is an outside
to this circle.
three steps lead you no further
away than four.


neutrality.

a sense of folding
into the walls like
a limp crane.

there is a torture


I gradually fear the others
more & more to some point
where there is an I,
a them.