I’m unafraid now
of this urge to be
empty. Simulations
of men are everywhere
and I can see that inside
them there’s air and
not much else.
So from here on in
let it be known
I don’t want
to talk to anyone
who doesn’t know
that he’s also a shell —
a husk open and clean
as a closet.
April 24, 2007
fragment: surfacing
About Tony Brown
Dark Matter 
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