Monday, March 14, 2011

The Diaphanous Library / new poems 2011

Just As It Collapses

I grasp
just as

and clutch
an hour,
a day,
a year,
a decade

before a lifetime
falls away
and I am left
standing in the rubble of

instead of swinging away
on a chandelier
with my one free hand
into the wide-eyed open of

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