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I, the Divided Island/ Yo, la isla dividida (2019)

I, the divided island
I, like the island,
surrounded by you on all sides, divided.
Snuffed out. Contrite, sad. In the shadow.
While your bright light gleamed like early dawn.
I find myself a place in the last corridor of evening.
I comfort myself by being the music of the void.
And of words, when you pronounce them,
barely the approach, divided,
perhaps a vestige of that unexpected key moment
when sense slips away from the thing itself,
and the vocal becomes a lullaby and lips close
and now nothing is said or remains to be said.
I, always like the island,
now without you, surrounded on all sides by my own animal self.