Space and time.
I.
two sounds, train and owl, signal
through dark’s slow moving enclosure
framing the land, untangling its shape
with opposing agencies and a clarity
other media are incapable of
II.
these are the pastures of civilization
these few acres, these few necessities
a map unfurled in the cranial cave
lit by the flame of some ancient genius
as time flickers in and out
III.
we cross the transept, into the anthropocene
dumbly staring down the void, stumbling
over ourselves, our words, our language
a pile of signs, painted steel and reflective tape
glowing in the sun with a photographic dullness
IV.
particles of dust hang in the light that moves above the shadow as it solemnly follows us along. smaller shadows fill and define our bare foot prints behind us. dust hangs gently in the light above, slowly settling back into the undefinable matrix. eventually we have gone far enough away from all the places we don’t want to be and stop beneath a tree.
V.
I stand in the doorway
of your small room, shivering
faced with stricter definitions
it becomes harder to stay here
than when I was a cloud
and flawed like a piano
SM