in time
we accumulated so many
mirages
in our mouths
shrouds trembled
signs of decay
tips & crooks
of fingers held
each moment
listed off with hands
outstretched
I counted them
saw only emptiness
felt—nothing
(disintegrating into fragments of shards both of us)
like so many mirages
unhinged tight lips scattered
our secrets
then sealed & contained
ashes
why do we speak in
intangibilities?
I hold them all in my fist
these signs of decay
nothing more than stand-ins
only clench tight or
like everything else
scatter
to ashes
the list continues
drifts
in fragments
we’re fading too
(in our mouths shrouds trembled signs of decay)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
in progress.
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2 comments:
So cyclical, very easy to get lost in, which fits very well with the image of a mirage.
p.s. as cool as the path integral stuff was, i just needed a place to put those two images for a presentation... although you've led me into a thinking about how to do something with them more intentional now... huh.
your first and last lines are so good. everything seems so intangible but the speaker seems calm.
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