I need a voice willing
to stay here, even in scream
to hang like a beacon
come, see
I am here, do not
hurt me
a name in the book of uncertainty
still grows a deciding voice
circumventing everything
I have a way of shutting up
a frustration
the ambiguous feel of these corridors
going blind
with no one talking
I want to say something pointed
about pointlessness
"when space
is a button you lean on
accidentally" the voice
might rise
flicker a little dusty jazz
eager to stun you
(1981)
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