Persona by JKD

After I wanted to tell you by Amanda Deutch

I am not a blank
reproduction

of me,
at a certain hour,

mask
of my selves

the voice
undressed

between motions
implicate my shape in a cosmos

mourning like this
becomes

lasts well into the bones
night

replaces them,
so as to continue

meaning
being translation, transliterations of

what I had written
often

red as speaking
language for my hands

more
than any words

this chance driven by
harbouring me

grappled, hooked
perhaps the past

is simply watching—
behind, watered noises of clouds

the illusion of solidity
place,

where am I able
to believe

you have kept me
awake longer because

you are watching grey fog
this mist's longing

to bring me forth
a refraction,

syllable
caesura

enunciations
reaching banks

culled back, as if cropped
to unveil

sheeted articulations
flesh......blank......voice