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Optical Functions |
the moon has already begun to subtract
itself in slivers
as if a child becoming proficient
in the borrowing function
friends’, fathers’ hearts each day pump a little
harder past those layers of stored
fright, good times, ache, the brutal world
a catheter can read as text
without design
we are moving toward full
clogged supersaturated
to where excess sweet excess salt
fall like flakes in those cheap plastic globes
with a crude cityscape
a past we can only recall in outline
in events disproportionate looming
like an Eiffel Tower a snowman
vaster than space
catching the eye
leaving covered
at bottom
the small graves
of what at one time had been
our greatest joys our crimes
copyright 2004
Anca
Vlasopolos |
