A Buried Life

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Through a place under the arm’s shadow,
I looked up at the blazing yellow light
That exploded on my ornamented frame.


I was made too feeble, legless with fear
and soon, way too soon, it was going to burnish me
with another glare that would later pen down how exactly it
consumed form.


There I saw the great man chew hard, chew on impulse,
Chew on chewed gum. Click, plop.


I held a sister’s hand, and half deceased
from the mechanical vituperations of the tutelary injection
ventured a look on the play that performed on his glassy rims.


An entourage of pharmaceutical soldiers on duty,
yelled out shrill pronouncements all around the impenetrable exit
Like most rite-of-passages are performed. And boisterous punks, they broke into
the cemetery of Solomon.


Rudely. They found a molar on a downward spiral,
Clinging to the welcome of creepers, creepers that creased the entrance
to the labyrinth, from that fraction of the human anatomy.


I am, but man, I think. The light too much to soak up,
Revealed what the mind had no control of. And well, images kneaded
the mind and found in it the belated echoes of dumb words .


Once again, I began to relish the darkness. There was a line and two
here and there, there was song in his voice, there was Pamuk,
there was something to write and then there was ice-cream.


The light had settled on the horizon, machines had carved
thoroughfares on my insides and, cremated remains leaped out of
the chasm
exorcising the spirit of Solomon.


Slowly, gloved hands sought out the buried labyrinth.
roots were untied with scissors, the final remains amputated
From the sleeping corpse. Then he did a wonder-ful thing;
He stopped singing, I awoke.


The lifeless pantomime of instruments earlier alive with singing,
Lay bluntly naked on the table. The light was spent, the brief affair
concluded, so that the blood flowed copiously from me
And phones and papers were called to an address.