Shaken from a torpor
I awaken upon touchdown
From some other landscape
Where a moment of passion
Like a spell being undone.
a curse broken upon impact.
Connecting by tearing away
The little tokens that have haunted me
And wish to be done with them
In thought and practice,
psychological and physical
visceral and ethereal
in a hunger for the coming hours
excitement trickling through the dam
constructed
from so many inexperienced mishandlings
as if putting a depth-charge
the wreckage of the past
as an unnatural tsunami
rising up from the cenotes of self.
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