“Still, Awake” by Trevor Witt
Still,
Awake,
I write,
Because she haunts me.
Unfinished business,
Unwritten revelations,
Neither good, nor bad,
But perhaps insightful,
Cannot, should not be given up
To that demon Sleep,
The one who says “Rest,
All is well, all is complete,
What is left can wait til morning.”
Wait til mourning?
Can it? Can I?
Can I can it until morning?
Or will I be mourning,
Some forgotten dream,
Given up because I decided to sleep,
Rather than stay awake and follow it
To its unknown end?
“Dabrowski and Skoyles in New York” by Trevor Witt. Inspired by Tadeusz Dabrowski’s “People Exchange Words” and John Skoyles’s “Autobiography” published in The New Yorker Magazine.
Dabrowski restless, ideas
Running through his head,
Schizophrenic dialogue,
Dialogue with self,
Words bumping into ideas
Bumping into words,
To prevent stagnation,
To prevent being rendered mute,
Stuck, static in a dictionary.
Schizophrenic self dialogue
Exploring dialogue beyond self.
At least that is my diagnosis
Self diagnosis, of him myself,
My own interpretation of Dabrowski in New York,
As people exchange New Yorkers,
And I exchange his words.
Skoyles following,
Flowing with the Great River,
of Life, drinking from its waters,
Though not responsible for the rain.
He did not anticipate, or go before, or lead
A life,
But lived and was part of the parade,
Which he did not lead.
As he was not the head,
The parade would follow,
After his passing.
And a life would follow the one he did not lead,
Or so this is how I follow the flow of John Skoyles
As his life follows New Yorkers.
“I am.” by Trevor Witt
I am a Jew.
I am a Muslim.
I am a Christian.
I am a Buddhist.
I am a Jain.
I am a Hindu.
I am a Shinto believer.
I am an atheist.
I am an animist.
I am a devotee of Zeus.
I am a devotee of Saturn.
I am an agnostic.
I am a Druze.
I am an Alawite.
I am a Sunni.
I am a Catholic.
I am a Baptist.
I am a Methodist.
I am Haredi.
I am Masorti.
I am.
God.
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