4:56 a.m. train. My empty suitcase. I wait hunted
by memories of me.

“Forget yourself,” he said, pushing record. He films
unrehearsed wrong dream. (And to think that you recreate
it ad-infinitum.)

Listen to the structure fall apart….
DROP/ROLL/IN
kITchen,,
BEd,
hallWAY... pretend it makes no difference if I away.

It is just a memory. Symbolic of everything that will fade.
This is how we pass, like we weren’t even here.

 

         

It is now.
Red-rock landscapes.
Yet, already.

Look into the camera for somethng.

"Take away the dessert, the rocks, but not the snow
from me."

"Take away the sky,” I yelled back. The silence I
wanted.

Yet
Already. This is another way to: still gaze, sail, drift,
live on one thought, one human being. 'Connection'
is just a word. Place me on your tongue. Realize a
human being is me, a me, the me, in relation to you.
 My fingers trying always trying. A lifetime spent to
define,
to create the murmur of cottonwood trees.

Wake me up or/and blow away.