a walking Emily

sacred sacred Emily is not a rose but rather
...................a hole in which no rose is a rose
but is not anyway a rose
..................................................but rather
the evanescent shove of the but
that stops you from further growth
all senses ..............paralysed and overtaken
at the proximity of this vacuum/language
it is a moment in which
...................................nothing just nothing
not even potential or difference
look into this ........................ for it is startling
in all its vivid shriek of unknown absence
it is only that place where you have not grown

it is not a hole but only a hole in possibility
...............no hole at all for it has no substance
within which to hole it is just the stop the cessation
of that which has not started there are no gasps
no flavours only the child of you looking down

from below seeing its own .............................outline
and nothing within it
................................................that corresponds
only projections live here in this only imagined
where your next imperative stamps at dawn
forever uneven off balance Emily shifts
........................................................quiet

her head her head her blueblack upripped head
into your pale moment in the mirror wind wind
go home wind go before the end has passed
under wet grass at morning shimmer your holy
holy .............................................................. tail
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