Take 1
The gift I was given was
All that mattered until
It was the only thing to save
My life, the only thing to afford
Me escape from
The dreary murderous
Gaze of my own gaze.
The voice no one
Could hear spoke of
All the things unsaid that
Otherwise might have been
Voices themselves.
Take 2
I was a boy and
I was a man and
I was a twin and
I was the vision of myself
Then as I played
The carpeting flipped
The long hall took me
In a circle
The squared
Elevator doors opened
Took me up to another story
Where I looked down on
My play as illusion.
Take 3
I saw the boy and
I saw the man and
I saw the twins and
I saw the vision of myself
There as I played
Percussive keys
Walls echoing
Digits echoing
Mind echoing what
The rich and poor old men
Said to me about what
There was there and then in
The vacuum of space.
Take 4
There is a family and
A boy with a man and
A mother and all
Banished epicene forms.
There is a land that is
Split by a river that
Runs in the winters when
Snow and blood warms.