Coral Hull: Prose: Uncollected Prose: A Train Approaching From All Directions

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: UNCOLLECTED PROSE
A Train Approaching From All Directions

My arms, pulled like the arms of a poker machine, your words, drop like coins into the trays of my eyes, eyes that remain open during sleep, eyes that stay closed during waking hours, sleep walking eyes, you touch me, you touch the cardboard of my skin, you speak to me, you plead your innocence and concern into the curve of a shell, you love me, i hear the words like tides, 'i see you', i say, 'but i cannot interpret the signals', you perform, a dog kicking up sand, you enquire, primate curiosity, you are insecure, this is natural under the circumstances, your physical form, like a walking hour glass of sand, your voice like the cry of the gull, your sadness like an empty beach, your attempts, like throwing stones at a mirror that cannot break, i know you are here, but i have forgotten everything, tell me who you are, your words, like drops of rain upon my forehead, your sentences, like winding tracks along a coastal route, your sounds like something half familiar, your moving closer, like a train approaching from all directions, my arms fall like signal gates, your feelings pass me by, i am a lonely gate keeper, waving at a ghost train of human cargo.

    

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