2028
Too long is this moment,
In its foreseeing of hours
That are memories of hours before.
In this narrow street
An encountering rain alters sense to the depth
Of a drop of water,
A present snared
In sparks of light
That constellate the grayest sight.
28 October 2012
2027
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2026
25 October 2012
2025
24 October 2012
2024
23 October 2012
2023
22 October 2012
2022
21 October 2012
2021
2020
20 October 2012
2019
2018
19 October 2012
2017
18 October 2012
2016
17 October 2012
2015
16 October 2012
2014
15 October 2012
2013
14 October 2012
2012
13 October 2012
2011
12 October 2012
2010
11 October 2012
2009
10 October 2012
2008
09 October 2012
2007
08 October 2012
2006
06 October 2012
2005
When you see the breadth of what you see,
There you are:
An interior dialogue past the verge of depth;
Abbreviation, surface, the whole in small,
That sees its particular infinite,
From point to furthest star,
With a sad and finite eye.
