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Virus Villanelle

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so i wonder, where in the minute are we?
through a fortress of masked faces, minds,
never thought the world would leave me

here, i stand far yet stand not free
washing my memories, bordered by lines
wondering, where in the minute are we?

digits skyrocket, into a soundless reverie
under the stars, a joss stick bleeds and blinds,
I never thought the world would leave me

they hope a strange fate shows mercy,
for tangled queues and questions to unwind.
tell me, where in the minute are we?

cradled like a baby in the arms of the big city,
secretly waiting and dreaming feel like crimes.
never thought the world would leave me

maybe one day we will believe, not only see
to have died once is to have lived two times
still, answer us, where in the minute are we?
never thought the world would leave me

White Whale

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I am wandering, haphazardly at best, 
head full of helium and heartbeats running wild 
to a hallucinatory rhythm. 

History stares sternly at me, 
its piercing gaze raising the hairs on 
the back of my neck. I’ve 
been here. The soles of my shoes 
fit perfectly into the craters of footprints 
left behind in the dirt. 
Perhaps I’ve just walked 
the entire planet to escape you, 
only to return to where I had begun 
at the end of my cyclical sojourn. 

I wish I could tuck you away 
into a password, 
or a receipt crushed at the bottom of my purse. 

But you are my white whale, 
an oasis in a desert. Like a drowning fish, 
you make me pull my own puppet strings, 
even when I’d sworn to cut them short. 

I’m drawn to you, hideously and fatuously, 
like a wasp is to a beacon. 

And on some days, some better ones, the clouds seem to 
morph into the contours of your face, 
and I laugh from the earth below 
at how even the skies 

have a little sense of humour.