Sunday, June 15, 2008

Deeper than the stillness of night,...

... are the moments when reverberations gently die down.

Hidden in the creases of the city streets, they become old
fables sung through time. And there is no traffic or wind,
only sweetness in the air—

a subtle shift of the horizon, open like the sea, like a first
kiss rendered, as distance becomes precious moments
along the wall, a summer eve, or a future within reach.

It is that sense of clarity that lightens before the open eye,
... that one split-second before it all rushes on.

*Draft I

*Photograph, V/C Collaboration

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