Article of Faith
...would travel forever
towards those buried mirrors, what the future
so consummately withholds. 'memories,' you'd
called them: the
grey gaze in its diadem of
dark lashes
a-
lighting, at last, in the remote ovals of the
eventual. does it glow? then
glean. ripple? then
ride the
least quivering signal clear to its
deepest
ob-
fuscated source. for only the
image––'icon,' you'd called it–– withstands the
un-
remitting dispersion of the
heart's
most adamant particles. move, then, amongst
shadows. in the
pale grammar of the grasses, read the
re-
constituted facets of the otherwise
ob-
literated face. nothing
ends.
(In the Name of the Neither, 2002)
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