*** [untitled thirteen]

unsure of his presence
given or inferred
from phantom pains
mr nothing found himself
running amuck through
the words planted
in the short chapters
of russian novellas

he heard nothing
but buzzing tinnitus
on deteriorating vinyls
the poet left in a rack
full of syntactic echoes
the imaginary aftermath
of a passionate youth
he once planned to have

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