Friday, September 4, 2015

Annus Vagus

The year itself has always wandered,
Before calendars caught at its hem.
The light growing less in the west
Has never grown less exactly
As it ever did even once before.

The aporias of presocratic Greeks
And poststructuralist English professors
Form little swirling vortices at twilight,
Evaporating when it becomes clear
In the dim there is no place, just change.

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