#32
If you want to know the truth about me, I have lived in the shadows all my life. I am a watcher. I hover in the current. I look like a reflection cast upon the water. Transparent. Your hand moves through me. I break into myriad pieces and only reassemble after you are gone. My substance, if can be called that, is ineffable, deduced but never certain. What I know and who I am is held apart from me in a vault to which I have no key.
Last zero
She has set bottle
upon the sea
and left the shore.
She has gone back
to the market place
and sits on a mat.
She waits
knowing
he will never come.
Bird as Pixel
bird n.
Ancient resident of earth. Descendant of the beast-footed dinosaur.
as n. Abbr. AS or a/s, air speed
The speed, especially of an aircraft, relative to the air.
pixel n.
Basic unit of composition for an image on a television screen, computer monitor, or similar display.
#13
Time—
measured by how long it takes the wound to heal
and day—
night's waiting room
I have forgotten everything
but the echo of your name
reverberating like a bell that has ceased to toll
Pixel death
The world is advancing on me. A fly is eating my sandwich. Black eggs embedded in the pale sage are sucking away its life. I am too weak to mount an offensive. My mind is spinning backwards, slowing coming apart like a nebula unraveling in catchless dark. I feel my face, pixel by pixel, being carried off in bloodless beaks. When I speak the world looks away.
asha
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