| I’ve decided |
to debunk predestination |
the presumption of god |
| to waste my life again |
get drunk on |
the edge time leaves on things |
| like I used to |
always being refugee |
strangely hidden |
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| streets race away |
shift into the shadows |
behind supernatural shivers |
| leave tomorrow |
like unshriven ghosts |
groping for sustenance |
| a nameless/endless film |
we’re part of it |
ranting a little |
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| I was like you once |
but what’s gone is gone |
pulled like the mandrake |
| someone/something else |
forever decanted |
out of the flat earth |
| with too many eyes |
body/mind/soul |
screaming |
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| It’s embedded in our DNA |
all philosophies considered |
what is old and dark and deep |
| we wouldn’t/couldn’t see |
many things of importance |
stillborn within me |
| what really happened |
happened to me first |
for the last time |
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| I want things as they were |
but only the young |
trust bowel and blood and bone |
| before we let ourselves |
believe |
a mythology so mutable can’t |
| be ransacked |
absolute truths |
collapse at the core |
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| the distance between us |
and the ideal |
what we go on destroying |
| I cross every day |
the mind alone |
has no name but is |
| totally unaware |
we should never murder |
our innocence |
K.V. Skene's work has appeared in Canadian, U.K., U.S., Irish, Australian and Austrian magazines, most recently: Assent, All Rights Reserved, QWERTY, Poetry Cornwall and WEI. Her publications include Love in the (Irrational) Imperfect, 2006, Hidden Brook Press (Canada) and You Can Almost Hear Their Voices, 2010, Indigo Dreams Publications (UK). After living in England (and Ireland) for over eighteen years she has returned to Toronto, Canada.