- the way people walk up to a house they’ve never been in before, slowly, as if afraid of the stories it contains.
- the shy Madonnas standing at their windows speaking eloquent words of water and tears.
- the beat of the heart the fading rasp of the breath the beat of the heart.
- sometimes a certain slant of light enters the amplified realms of night.
- those who do not see visions in the city’s apoplectic estrangement.
- those who see visions in the city’s apoplectic estrangement.
- the way our shadows walk quicker than us, outpacing us.
- the chamaleucium’s strident bending to the sun’s billow.
- the days without pain like the last scattered rice grains.
- similes that surprise like dances on the Titanic.
- a desert wind and your hand convulsing.
- melons, tomatoes, corn, raging at noon.
- talking like trombones in the deserts.
- the Trinity of the Christians.
- the Trinity of the Bomb.
- people at parties.
- you.
- me.
- us.
from these signs the deus absconditus may be inferred.
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Robert Mapson
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