The Sickness
By Steve Gillman
When the weight of the
snow
Is taken by the sun
The grass springs skyward
With the simple force of life
I am the grass
When the weight of myself
Is melted away
By the truth of the moment.
But I catch myself
Always catch myself
Become myself once more
To write such words as these.
Dull reflections of life
Of experience beyond language
Of joy which is killed
Always killed when spoken.
And I've caught myself
again
A contagion spread by words
And poetry appears like fever
A symptom of disease.
The Sickness
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