Any given space tightens over time,
teeming through folds of morning clarity
& slated red light, bearing no resemblance
to straight lines & stepping forward:
causality of purpose no longer with means
Month: May 2007
Still Life
Time echoed. On a wooden
floor sequences are passively poised
then parted. Readying loose particles
darkness falls in question, recessed
overhead. One’s skin stretched along
the cool surface, accessed & obtuse;
immediacy pulling the outside closed