No-one came.
But I heard their footfall.
Their whisper. Their breath.
They were
giving me gifts.
Though I didn’t exist,
They made me to be.
“Don’t go away”
I begged them, I begged them

No-one came.
And I felt me falling.
And so?..

I stepped outside
But followed
I am nonviable.
Non-breathing lungs,
Non-beating heart.
Obscure Me!

I’m grateful, my dear.
Your gifts help me
In art
Of self-destruction
Of self-absorption

I accepted all that they
Have whispered in my ear
Their words were flowing out
Of my lungs, of my heart

“Don’t go away”
I begged them, I begged them

No-one came.

No-one came.
But I heard their footfall.
Their whisper. Their breath.
They were
giving me gifts.
Though I didn’t exist,
They made me to be.

I stepped outside
But followed
I am nonviable.
Non-breathing lungs,
Non-beating heart.
Obscure Me!

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