Of One Bread


Charlie Mehrhoff

 

1

Looks like I am alive again.

 

2

On a night when I can feel the stars with my tongue,
euphoria
through my pilgrim hat.

 

3

I present myself
as one of the more impoverished voices,
as a page
with its edges torn off,
with its center gone
and missing.

 

4

I have no command over the language (never had),
it has completely overtaken me.
Words
have always had their way with me.

 

5

As a child
I was
momentarily soothed by the symbol for infinity,
the rest has been flawless.



6

Dawn to dusk,
and then again to rise
for work,
for the contested shelter of these days.

 

7

Yet that I am unable to return with anything
more
than what must be let go of.

 

8

Perhaps I am aflame.
Moths
keep circling my head.

 

9

I step out on to the prairie
vast,
I strip myself
down
to a whirlwind.

 

10

In a moment of pure camouflage,
tears for my self
running down the face of my self.

 

11

The hoax is now complete.
I can hear myself
thinking about nothing.

 

12

The bell has spoken.
The spell is broken.
Blossoms
like I never.

 

13

World
where I loose my voice.

 

 

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