Cleaving to Success
Flourescents glared under the painting this morning--
ran parallel, charged on, and shone
on the clean black dogwood frame.
No one hated you or
started hating you. With
infinite expansiveness you succeeded,
no images kept--
dropped within the walls
unfinished for a time
yet properly diagrammed, dropped
just as a goldfish, away from the lake
and onto the floor of the actual moon.
You died in a movie theater, woke
upsidedown with your head made of newspapers,
stomach against the round white pillars
and your double's feet stood up
next to you:
a shark slipping out of your best pair of slacks.
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