It Takes So Few Watts (to erase the moon) |
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| It takes so few seconds and so much courage to turn off the lamps and let the moonlight stamp an impression on the floor, let it show me the ripples blown in the snow, banked at the grasses' base, the raking textured face of poplars and ash. clear, mild and still as if the wind itself is frozen. it took so few watts to erase the moon to turn window panes into black gypsy eyes reflecting only me and my acquisitions creating an unfathomable absence out there. I can't read my books my page or my own pens' tracing. I can't have it both ways; things of night or things of day The typed straight line or the shrew trails traced from a tunnel's mouth to the manna pile of kitchen scraps visited and revisited. I see myself my words my tools my face or the context the time the place, or the hour written on my watch face.
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