locus pocus

when noon was distracted
one place under the influence
of concentration becomes
first none and then every
potential face directed by rays
of the sun toward turning
into oppositely away
what makes after all a
place singular is being there
focused on where
positionalism gives way
to aspectual hysteria
laced with traces
later badgered beyond
questions disappears
without agreement
don’t ask me to say
how good gone may be
I am gone with (them)
and will not be back.


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