i’ve got to work faster
and spin new flesh
and weave new bone
with every letter and word
to move my ghost
from impernanent me
to a lasting digital sea

i can do the blood in ink,
i can sing the sinew with
a keyboard accompaniment,
but it’s the harrowed heart
that’s the centre of the art
i cannot get;
how to take
this single soul
and put it here;
how to place
my white-hot light
and make it sear
what i am
and what i was
into you and yours
i am at a loss
on how to emboss
and make my mark
on it all

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