a photograph of a downtown freeway viewed on a dim screen in a dark room (a poem)

When nothing else comes to mind…

turned away
from that within

the core,         uncoupled
not dying but neglected

struck,                        the rim of the bell
swells at 432 Hz
the fixed form of a temporary bleed
radio subsumes among the static

reflect,                        deflect

sections and parallel paths, divided
a light caught at inconvenient angles

makes meaningless the phrase
turned away

from that within

(26 March 2019)


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