conduction

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conduction

what are these footsteps?

hurry

hurry

hurry

in snow

these steps static for a moment,

then erased.

I am

stretching my neck again

backwards, I feel the pressure

of the air that vomits

through the caverns

I traveled as a boy

with stalactites and stalagmites

dangling –

            forcing the me

unaware aware now…

drawing myself away –

            you are a picture today.

            i am a picture today.

i saw myself and everything around me

in blue,

and you

you were orange, some yellow,

            gray, and even a little

            blue…

                        faint streaks in the suit

            or there, there in the hair…

i followed her because her body was your body –

            i'm losing, into the prints on the snow

            I press my hands hoping that

            permanence will somehow erupt

            through the pavement buried,

            underground, there is a train nearing –

            the rattling gives it away…

            aboard, endless streams of people journey

            from here to nowhere and back,

            they are perfecting the

            hurry

            hurry

            hurry

                        and I’m wondering

            if they’re all going to places filled with color.