rainsong

September 26, 2020 at 1:24 am Leave a comment

rainsong

i have stood

on hillsides, staring

at hills

half-hidden through

the rain, the mist

(the mountains

are hidden today).

some things

still clear, the distant rendered obscure

some reminiscent shadowshape…

i have few words to say. The world

is but a word.

This being my dotage, I’m allowed repetition. Besides, a large part of that manuscript was attempting to mark the way toward some sane version of media-created reality.


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