later

The truth of these photographs

 Forming there in the monitor 

Ghosts, evanescent in time 

They will vibrate into another moment

 Up ahead in the unknown mists

 When today becomes the day 

Reds and greens will fade but never these

 Around that bend of the clock 

 There, in some strange and unknown place

 We will see the forms once seen

 In morning mirrors as catastrophic

 And say: “God damn I look good!”

 We will see what we took for granted

 Calculating the years toward oblivion

 With increasing care 

But enjoying the thump within 

 Later