when i knew time like bird & myself
as blading grass but without a word
for the wide green weft of my sun catching
in full sway before i thought to ask what
after sun gone i would make
long wave
before wintering
Tag: gone
Abracadabra
That was something.
How rarely anyone says, Now watch it disappear outside the performance of magic, and yet. This flame, once so bright, now gone. Where did you last see it? We can wave a hand, but can we name it? Right here, sure, but it wasn’t exactly touching the fuel. Neither was it not touching.
Maybe this is why we speak of the states we are or aren’t in, as if this being were one of these, firm and four cornered for collecting projections, as if they were shells on sand.
Clunk. In goes another. But what is the sound of disappearance?