against the other I #poem

Whipped rays piercing the clouds

(like stones on heaven’s blue)

the lashes of a sparkling fire

burned skin on dormant brain

(opaque and pale)

they fail (again)

to crack that poor mind for you

to know the truth

the light that can’t be seen

to know that lie that tore you out

in separable parts of I

I, dreaming on the strips of light

I, feeding from the fight against the other I.


excerpt – from Parentheses

©Daniela Marin,2018

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