And another thing
We look around startled
Like we just got here.
There is no definite edge;
We are in some cinema of the soul,
Or in a cinema of memory.
Layers of time.
Identity disguised.
Capture the moment
Your moment, our moment,
Any moment.
Once again
Fragments of painted angels
Float by on the solar wind
Fizzing with all tender variety,
Alive and kicking someplace else
Things nest in corners
Other echoes echo
A cosmic mirage,
A ring of fire
Sparkling solar string lights
Flicker of running film
Scratchy indistinct images
Two narrators describe the scene
A sidelong look, a glance
Is just enough
Where’s that pause button?
Nocturnal machines float across
A sky of molten metal
Demons of awareness
Surgical procedures change us
Into weird poetic characters
Way beyond naturalism
Way beyond the ruined underpass.
Outside it was raining.
Undisclosed moment.
Bad night?
Go figure.
AC EVANS
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