Post-script from the Outer Greyness: late '96

Island-hopping
Mid-Leap
My imperfect doppleganger
burns away but,
tediously.
The grey trickle between
points
is my extra-brain
sneaking out my ear.
It is precisely the
in-betweenerness
that you remind yourself
to forget the one thing
you cannot.
Namely,
the exister.