Steve Dalachinsky
as collage / p20
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as collage / p20
43 literally & not just like some cheap overused metaphor my heart dropped & my anxiety soared moat o t e as the sun dropped from behind a cloud big brilliant orange ORB i stuffed a finger into each ear to block out the noise of the female jogger who stopped to stretch along the railing & converse with her male companion they left just before the sun completed its cycle & me wondering while writing having now been drained of all desire & capacity - to write - to live – to explore – if the toe that now protruded through the sneaker i found in the street a few weeks ago was actually broken. 44 bleu –vert uni gren glown column under arch / gold net reddish yellow woven to the windows rafters obsequious 45 flying thru inner city flexible moving dynamic wall of surgery in a crowd of lovers flight like a tree’s growth the sounds dancer & bird make on concrete the illusion of water a blur of images filling a shallow space between moments & movement arrival & destination some profound possibilities of walking the world’s insides along the fabric of memory.
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