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Let the black light in
Perhaps I should learn to sit in the rain
allow my soft colours to leach and blend
follow crinkling rivers to the paper's edge
play insistent fingers on my waiting skin
dissolving me resolving me to a pinch
of damp carbon devoid of spark.
Perhaps I should learn to sit in the dark
and make what I can of iridescent eye lights
growing and playing blood stream corneal
games on a background hanging focusless
in no-man's ribbons from down to up.
Perhaps the shadows are my natural home
hiding from the sun avoiding moonbane glare
becoming cave-life pallid in marsh damp places
growing black pool eyes that do not want to see.
Perhaps it is stillness I need to entropy me
no heat no cold no light no dark
no dry no wet just me.
Perhaps silence is the thing I should seek
away from the wind whispering in the night.
Perhaps I should open my soul and let the black light in.
Somerset 1998
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