interface II (see previous for reflection)

today it seems that words that seem: breaking
habits starch my throat, details straighten me and
anyway it’s at least five hours and not by foot but

tick tack you say and jerk me in – I became my
gathering, words made fleshly: not once today
have I read anything of comfort and maybe I am blind

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About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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