SOME IDEA OF AN
EXPANDING AFTERLIFE
All stars and moon and a
thin line of clouds - the black
and inky sky looked like nothing
but depth and presence, a new
brightness opening to some other
time and place. Idea? Brilliant
light? Bright opening? Opening
Light? I think otherwise in a
sporadic jazz-beam of broken
prisms and scattered rays; the
stuff one can't pin down. Like
passing shadings on a grayed-out
wall, they last for a moment, or
two, and, moving, are gone.
EXPANDING AFTERLIFE
All stars and moon and a
thin line of clouds - the black
and inky sky looked like nothing
but depth and presence, a new
brightness opening to some other
time and place. Idea? Brilliant
light? Bright opening? Opening
Light? I think otherwise in a
sporadic jazz-beam of broken
prisms and scattered rays; the
stuff one can't pin down. Like
passing shadings on a grayed-out
wall, they last for a moment, or
two, and, moving, are gone.
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