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Testament (for Cocteau)


In case our creations are curious

about their authors.


The incomprehensible frightened me—

it was no longer a film

like everything else.


What’s become of me?

That which is unreal

cannot dream.


I am in the clouds

into which I have wandered

for an allusion with a great deal of


difficulty and a tough sort of weariness,

only to discover I have nothing

left to say.



[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/randy_roark.html.]