What kind of name
is a name asking, when the one
spoken to, continually attenuated,
does not speak?
my entire person, this embodiment,
what went missing in the first placeó
self, samara, the winged fruit.
Called also, key.
What follows self?
This slow foment of shape, this semblance,
a ghost-town assembled, seems so spectral,
so fabulous, it will not fadeó
itís me, itís me, itís meó
The lock fixed in which a voice utters ďturn.Ē
What was intended?
in which a name could elicit such trembling,
each limb buffeted and broke and separating.
The self now sundered, now apart.
O help me through the fact of you, unfasten
Someone wants in.
--Joshua Kryah, 2006
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