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Dogs 2017

DALI SYNDROME
(11/23/17)

I see
a shifting
of facades
in the world
about me

surfaces
sliding
ever so
slightly
at times

at others
an avalanche
of perspective

I am reminded
of an attempt
to move
a dead dog
by grasping
a leg

the decaying
flesh

fur

pulling from
the bone
beneath

like removing
a glove
of death

the same
shock

the same
revulsion

are
with me now

always

as I see
reality emerging
from its three
dimensional
costume

revealed
as a skeleton
that I better
understand