Hide and reveal

What do I want, why do I write, why do I address you? I want you to reveal yourself in me, to reveal yourself through me, in these my words. I’m in you yet outside you, how can this be? So easy to get tired, to give up. Ink marks on a page, obscure in a century. Scratchings in rats’ alley. Is it possible that they both hide and reveal me, hide and reveal you? In writing: inside and outside writing. The first word: bite of the apple. The horror that brings you near in your distance from me, over and over.

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