SOLIPSISM
WHILE DYING

the skeleton produces flesh


enemy
opposing, then taken
for granted, earth harvested, used
up, walked over
the ears produce sounds


what I heard I
created. (voices
determing, repeating
histories, worn customs
the mouth produces words


I said I created
myself, and these
frames, commas, calendars
that enclose me
the hands produce objects


the world touched
into existence: was
this cup, this village here
before my fingers
the eyes produce light


the sky
leaps up at me: let there be
the sun-
set

Or so I thought, lying in the bed
being regretted

added: What will they do now
that I, that all
depending on me disappears?

Where will be Belleville?

      Kingston?

      (the fields
      I held between. the lake
      boats

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