In still places

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in still places
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………………st. john boys home
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   it was on friday
i said i would be there
help, raid the storeroom
supplies.
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   “i was caught creeping
                      in shadows.”
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the cobwebs
of my mind– burn
the thud of discipline –
strikes.
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i flew elsewhere
down indistinct fissures
away from consuming
claws;
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   “in to the longed-for
              abyss–of– nonexistence.”
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i was neither here
nor there
although my friends knew
where i was;
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i did not see, feel, hear
rain beating against windows –
or the howling
wind.
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infinite in
my childhood-mind
a phrase hammered in me.
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   “hey things
             are, as they are; it’s time.”
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time to make your final run –
no more
walls.
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after, there were
no more
Walls.
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David Barnes