Tuesday, November 20, 2018


To break through the shrouds
That drape our vision
Of the fact of our mortal
Situation, the way sheets

Define a ghost, or the way
A drape would secrete
An early photographer.

We don’t need to be shaded
By our contrived textiles here.
We can let the light flood in.

A thick veil is a good veil,
Canvas, not a scrim.
We can confine clear insights
Or let the sunlight drown them.

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