Saturday, October 28, 2006


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


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