AT HAMMENSTAT
AND IRINDY
These are two streets in the map of my mind -
streets where nothing intersects with nothing
and yet all points converge. There are signs
attesting to same : the spider's web of logic and
the details of coffee and wine. Movies play endlessly
all hours, while drunks lurk and stagger in corners.
Three children write their biographies, backwards
in sequence and time - they see all things and
are there all the time. I think that one of
them is me, at Hammenstat and Irindy.
These are two streets in the map of my mind -
streets where nothing intersects with nothing
and yet all points converge. There are signs
attesting to same : the spider's web of logic and
the details of coffee and wine. Movies play endlessly
all hours, while drunks lurk and stagger in corners.
Three children write their biographies, backwards
in sequence and time - they see all things and
are there all the time. I think that one of
them is me, at Hammenstat and Irindy.
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