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  • Thomas Kam

unboxing mythologies

i am a strange shape

a coalescence of water and word

at the crossroads of chance and history

my heart is ten thousand years old

and my skin is new paper

to wrap old thoughts in

now i unparcel them

the esoterica of centuries

pour over them with a small torch


i can make no meaning out of them

which is not to say

they are meaningless


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