Sunday, June 07, 2009


The original impression endures,
from where the world discloses itself --

apologetically, more than was asked for,
the screen glowed with a perilous vision.

We could not see a difference in texture,
description or regret, it did not matter.

One went further until one could go no longer:
the ruined house just the same as you left it.

Still, we struggled to keep the water over our heads,
till this dreamy material wore itself thin.

To those with anything to lose it was a reassurance;
we went towards our wet tents to sleep.

Living in a city perennially alarmed.