They’re called The Asylum Poems for good reason. And as you read through them — each is but a few lines in length — you might see what I see now, almost twenty years since: a familiar stranger pacing a small room, each step a door, closed behind his back. You might see it even if you don’t read them. You might see yourself, too, because, if you look long enough you can see yourself in any object, any face, looking back, amazed. And before you turn around, you can see yourself walking away. But you tell no one, because the distance is too great.
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[ 1993 ]
Categories: Annotations and Elucidations
Tags: Identity, Poetry, The Asylum Poems
William Michaelian 