I am alone,
and yet I am not.
A presence lingers around me.
It warps the walls,
twists the silence,
and fractures the shape that is me.

There is a pulse -
soft, uneven,
beating from within or without.
Time is folding inward,
collapsing sideways,
shadows move toward what’s not,
or what is.

Walls press together,
and I am nothing
but the tremor between them,
held by the force that contains it.

The room exhales. I pause.
I curl into myself.
I breathe. The air trembles,
inside the hollow of my chest,
the hollow of the walls,
the hollow of the infinite.

I am here,
and it is here.
Between us is nothing,
and everything -
a trembling that will not stop
until I dissolve into air
or the air dissolves into us.

Nesi tu kaip
Nesi ir lyg
Gal kartais -
tik šiek tiek -
esi neva.

The birds are dead
All hope is lost
"I poisoned them" --
An aftertought.

To think that I
Could ever change
Is to deny
The human race.

But yet...I sit
Among those birds
And feel regret
For what occured

The sweet embrace
Of this despair
It stays for days
But...

All is well.

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2018