final test

'final test'

drink till all goes spinning

riches a combustion within the head

rejuvenated spark a circle

an expression of deafness,

     immediately night flutters

     and a pedestal

     above the strange and fantastic,

     this imperceptible ghost.

multiplied the fall

a stiff wire my shadow jumped

top bottom, almost incarnate,

now the others disorient

the pale of my spirit and regrets

like a hasty man’s mistakes.

     but my own, severed, twitching

     and awakened; the idea i am trying

     to read language again

     words full of hours and transparent with

     darkness.

the morning worker buzzes my window.

flattered, i loop sentences around my 

throat and opening the sash i find my way

to a most peaceful conclusion. 

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