Your Dying Kiss (Dissociative Fugue)

“Who is it that can tell me who I am?”

— William Shakespeare, King Lear

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Acting out a Dissociative Fugue:

– sudden, unexpected travel away from home or one’s customary place of work, with inability to recall one’s past

– confusion about personal identity, or the assumption of a new identity, or

– significant distress or impairment.

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memories of love

which in their cruel nature

rest on mere contingency

burning like cold sores

on the skin of my soul

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memories of love

a roaring surge

of brainwaves

pounding against

the screaming rocks

of disowned passion

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memories of love

hide

in a maze of flesh

craven parasites

concealed

in mucous membranes

their damp

dripping

shadows

exhaling

cold rust

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And the mad poet cried:

Come fruitful Madness – – – !

To spill stoning silence

among the searing stars!

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I’ll take my time

to slowly drown

in Thy whispering

April eyes – – – !

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and in the rotting shadow

and rising ever gently

 

my incidental pain:

 

a delicate bait

 

for your

 

dying

 

kiss

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This is from David Lynch’s Blue Velvet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBoXNket2pQ

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Peter Bies © 2010

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