the strongest match for possession is custody
.
there
is not a day
that goes by that i don’t think of freedom
.
how many constructs
are my
body in possession of
?
a therapist once told me
a panic attack is me trying to go to both
past and future at the same time
.
am i
are we
are us
?
possessed by
the
construct of linear time
?
a gender
.
a
like being washed up on somebody’s
coast
.
like nobody’s land
.
are we
in the custody of the manipu-lation of language
?
has language possessed our emotional landscape
in custody
?
in custody
,
some windows ,doors
only open from the outside
,
allowing for production -
possibly what can be described as sanity
.
and yet there
is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of love
.
possession has the spirit
, but custody has the body,
,but meanwhile ,posses-sion has the body.
and yet there is still pleasure
to be had
.