Because I watch you wake, I can never awaken. <br />Watching you sleep, I may never sleep. <br />And so sleep goes elsewhere to a place <br />too tedious to mention… <br /> <br />Because in evening I watch you dress, never dressing myself, <br />For in morning, you undress your shadow. <br /> <br />I never expected it to be this way: to invade <br />another’s savior brain so I could tour <br />yesterday, the Guggenheim of my bedroom, <br />the heliotropes of ceilings. <br /> <br />Because I watch you make atomic bombs out of Quaker <br />oat-boxes instead of cameras <br />Because the bomb is more shameful and thus more interesting; <br />I cannot watch you put together and take apart the octillion atoms <br />we need to be… <br /> <br />And if I watch you die, I should die too, but I go on <br />with sweetling childhood in my left shoe, reeking of ennui. <br /> <br />Because I cannot mimick you for the sake of repeating calendar days. <br />For in being all of this, one ceases to exist.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-reasons-for-the-mysterious-disappearance/
