To be exact and futile

Imagining death I try to live it
Imagining them I try to get away
Imagining me I try to
Separate the skeleton from my body
Or the words springing from my forehead
A bad and difficult birth--
A new day promises to
Break in the long blink of an eye
Yet is never here
Only a cat's shadow passes
Like a breath
Through the lighted square of the window


(02/07/31)