Claire Loader – Stripped Down

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I imagine
we strip down the walls
and they crumble all about us.
The furniture,
the pictures,
the sculpture we got in Sorrento,
the objects that make us,
dust at our feet.
Then our clothes slip
away, our jewellery.
Nothing now
to distinguish us from beasts.
The background goes next,
the blue screen of our reality
suddenly turned
to white. All the while
we stand there,
our eyes locked, stripped
of our finery,
of our history,
of our future.
Standing bare of our fantasy world,
the convenient guises,
the delicately woven story.
I imagine
what we would see then,
what we would know.
I imagine
we would have little to say.