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ОглавлениеICARUS IN OXYANA
Talk to yourself. Console.
Invoke an image of progress,
failed. Two Vs of geese colliding.
An X, exploding. Pretend
not to worry about your father,
or that he no longer worries for you. Something
about angels, levitation, waking up
with a belt around your arm,
some blood. Tell yourself to listen,
something about your mother,
how she’s the best part of you.
A memory of childhood
equated to a bomb. It worries you.
Which worries you. Think again
about the geese. You have migrated through today
through sleep. Someone on the porch
who’s lost both his arms
chain-smokes. Something about angels.
Or geese. Or wings. He warns you
about flying too high. Then helps.
Something about chances, not knowing
it was your second till your third
never shows. Summer air. People
blowing up things and celebrating.
Something about pain
as a private choir moving through you.
A movement. A movement. A movement
helps you up. To the porch. To the armless full
of smoke. Where do you want to go?
Nowhere? We have just enough
to get there. And then some.
And then, something. The geese
piercing the sky. They rise, and then, they rise.
