When you wrote
the bloodhounds
and bandages
into the script
it was a question
of refuting the silence,
of torching
the thread on
the way out
of the labyrinth
They will say
you are a poor excuse
for a wanderer,
that you're still milling about
the big summer
when you were twelve and
the one when you were thirty-three
and your lawyers will say that
the whole point is to enjoy
where you've been
You'll spend
another season
falling for your captors,
waiting for the storm
to choose a shoulder
Until then
you'll have to believe that
your days are good for something
other than swallowing you whole
– JASON ABBATE
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