Asymmetric Warfare III.

Cold reading.
Your body doesn't talk to me
a carapace to replace
an edgeless zone between us.

A limit appears at the close
of your sentences
in the distances
mappable between
each extremity of yours
each extremity of mine
and the entrances are closed to me.

A self continues
across the border
but with each minute
a shared language
diverges into ever more distinct dialect
ever more untranslatable.


James Piers Taylor, 23/6/2006 Essex