Regarding the Importance of Photography
a reminder to begin knowing
that well beyond the moment
that I began to fade.
hyacinths and perfectly manicured lawns
Long winding trails into lush mountains
Into a hollowness, as empty as dawn
The reason this becoming
has no other importance
other than the urgency
of which it is now
Had there been a looking glass
I would see in a haze, with clear focus
then immediately darkening
a vast intersection of starlight
mirror of my own reflection, shaped like a needlepoint
The actual dream folded and unfolded. Upside down and inverted
then hastily. There, either a thought-idea-daydream
weeping. running to stand effortlessly still.
seeing no more than what there is exactly to see.
Seeing no more then yet again