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Page 6 (The Director)
Page 6 (The Director)
Mixed
2020

Xell

You thought I was dead.
I flew a line straight up.
Then I fell.
So here I dwell.
You’ll forget.
It goes both ways –
Not why!
Zee.
This plane,
This realm
No mast, no helm,
The encircled cutting board,
Domed and checkered,
Grasp it tight the starry chord,
Stand tall, recall,
And never say
I didn’t tell,
About this place
Xell.

I knew not whence I came and my instinct was always that another false hand was at work, indeed everything was not as it appeared and like a fool I blindly took my first step into this world.