pennyfarthing
Originally uploaded by Gertrude Stein.
whose life is on fire? this turmoil
is located in the middle, in the middle of the body
of evidence
the rain stains the window like a sheet — that is, a thin solid expanse
like a dancer — that is, impetuous
like light — that is, pined for not lost
like 'nature' — that is, possible
like arrival — that is, abrasive
a curse runs through the street
a curve in the middle of the sidewalk
in this instance, taken but not spent
one falls, we all fall (ashes, ashes)
the actual symbol detonates
we all fall down
