In the Signed Margins - for Oscar

In the Singed Ma by chris the poet ee I feel the corners closing in I feel the end of the page coming soon The world of the old chapters has reneged on every agreement The new ink, itself, reeks of dishonesty & I feel the corners closing in the end of the page coming soon When every truth is as good as any other I find myself tuning out the words Scanning the blank spaces between them Between the lines where I can be let alone, where I can bleed out with my dignity & my lonely hours, the ones I have left It is in this final quiet that finally I hear the whispers, the rumors of miracles : ae on the outskirts... I found him crouching in the margins eyes sparkling over his cigarette Lighting matches, knowing smirk es "I know a poet's sadness when I see it, hermano. Those stanzas sit like the craggy face of a mountain in your mug. You feel like you've already given this world so much. But your silence won't keep you safe, poet. The world needs the possibility in the wild freedom of our fingers & our tongues... I know who you are. You're not a dead man. Be brave enough to want. The only way out is out,, is through the inferno, is through the flood..." & he lit the edges of my page, my eyes watered, the world blutfred, the smoke in my lungs burned, sweating soso Lay way tt. I am desperate to survive, ey ne brighter chet I break the cage, tid bre = as