I Am a Disappearing Man
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My ship is streaming farther from the shore
And voices grow faint as I approach a loud silence.
Art fades into the gloom,
Music can no longer be heard.
The players become ghosts on a dim stage.
Words separate from their meaning
And books are useless objects.
I can only read what lies ahead
In a language I do not understand,
As those symbols become abstract
And meaningless. Then even meaning
Becomes meaningless.
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Stephen M.H. Braitman
Stephen M.H. Braitman wrote his first poem at age 12 and he hasn’t stopped since. He received his B.A. in Poetry at UC Berkeley, and studied poetry as an M.A. student at SF State. Some of his publication credits include Aspects, Panache, Insight, New: American/Canadian Poetry, American Magazine, Renascence, Outlet, Humanitas, Quixote, and even a magazine by the Psychedelic Venus Church. He has published three issues of his own science fiction magazine, Out There, and, years ago, a self-published collection of his poetry.
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