The city from this other side of somewhere is beautiful:
the luminous fibrils of lined, lighted towers scrawled under a full bridal moon.
And all this trembling like a seductive mirage:
between sleep and waking.
Owl-eyed, I peruse the night---
the cold glass stretching between us like an ever-expanding peephole,
this is the night before the voyage.
My bags wait in the hall, packed and full of trinkets---collected along other routes:
highways; winding desolate mud tracks
littered with bones and dirt---
leading to this moment under the quiet moon.
And, from the other side all peepholes lost in a jumble of light and dark:
after I let go.
The city along the even shores recedes like a comet’s luminous tail,
never to return.
Memories drift aside like dead seaweeds:
a lifetime of forgetting that awaits a lifetime of retention.
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