From the Vaults

From the vaults,

I accomplish nothing.

I scream and fall and beg to be seen,

and then who is there but those already on my trail,

tail,

trying already to phone me.

These and those and     who        are          they,

the thematic witnesses who witnessed the thing unseen.

The thought unheard,

the lips,

unkissed.

 

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