Hollows
on foot a dullness follows
closely behind my life
deceives me to loneliness
these well-worn eyes
thick with mercury
taffetas dark air
though I’ve known your art
which is not the same
as a person
it helps me by being
constructs like a person
echoes of an old house
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I felt those first 3 lines quite deeply.
Interesting separation of “the person” vs “the art” created. Maybe relating more to one’s art than the existence of “personness”