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Untitled Poem Vol. II #41

why does my tongue not listen to my brain
i formulate
and calculate
and find the words
and then the time comes
for me to speak
and all the eyes are fixed on me
and i have seen the eyes
seen them all—
but they have not seen me
no, not at all
my tongue, it moves
but not as planned
and as the words fly out
the regrets and conflictions
come out into my brain
“that is not what i meant at all
that is not it, at all.”
it is impossible to say just what i mean
if only the magic lantern
would throw the nerves in patterns on a screen

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