Kellnhauser, John T.

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For a Second-Hand Mentor Your books kept the noose at bay, The times there was no one there, you were, albeit i n proxy on the page. I learnt you backward l ike a history and at times your words rose up l ike ghosts and left me grasping a realer wor ld than offered by any fleshed man I 'd yet met. Now, we've shared a public hour and room, exchanged the civ i l i t ies of the crowd, a hiatus in a cha in of separation. Funhouse mi r ro rs impersonated windows and the distance between us has broken f rom a question mark to dul l dots t ra i l ing off our days l ike so many paralyzed worlds. Is th is then matur i t y? To renounce al l gods except oneself, alone i n the wreckage no words can glue whole, back into expectation's crysta l br ight silence? Y o u r books are rendered footnotes on your person. The stars are out of posit ion; rust stains the sun's edges. W h y must we taste death so often before we swallow? John T. Kel lnhauser 

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