Steven Ross Smith
fluttering. 22 river is absence. bankless. waterless. Lessing speaks of brainwashing. the advanced techniques that seep into our hidden crannies when we're not looking with the third eye. (most of the time). stay there giving us directions. steer us to what we do not have. by tension, relaxation. despite bridges. driving over i know it is down there. i am in its deep fog. memory of river. absenting. memory sings the losses. such a mournful song, its words flitting among the gaps. repeat. this poem clatters. ice fog song. no song. ice absence. poem shaping the emptiness though the mist makes the lips heavy with frost. constriction. so much of this trying to mouth is this way. stiff from protraction of waking and reawaking. the river rigid and in ruins. the fog as you approach it, is a white swirl. in its centre all is colourless. slogans, songs evacuate. you steer. press your lips together. words go blind.
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