after the dust after the night the stamps and long looks
it must be that he revisits the area
in search of fragments, moments
that should not be left behind.spirits
that can still be salvaged and drawn forth
from what seemed present but was really aside
alongside and if one had looked with the edges
of one's eyes it could already have been seen
that those were dead channels whose signals
could not arrive in the present and would have no life
in any future beyond eccentric/specialist histories
he comes back with handsful of broken artefacts:
tablets etched with mistakes.de facto promises
never now to be.long dream vistas sketched
in air quickly exhaled and forgotten
bones, wet clay, blood and fibre.this will take time
but time and reassembly are what are left
on this side of the magic door.he is thankful for that
.
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