A thing that slips
in and out of deep dreams
with complete unease
to steal sleep and stay alone
as long as she can
A mark
on another sheet of paper
a piece of information
made public in the gulping air
of half-a-century back
who did this
said that
felt something else
then fell to whoring
maybe
A person
of whom all say
Who is she?even when they know
Another bright idea sliver-shod
and jogging along in silence
dogged by words and whirling flocks
of fine-coloured birds
A mantis myself
bind me as you find me
as I am known
still alone and homeless
a shameless biography
of someone else’s writing
defined by time
And there
That is me
cornered and covered
and not I
Silver trophy winner
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