"We will be inheriting soon
real reality, all
the peace of the universe:
unending night and the still hugely nameless
majority of the stars." franz wright
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It has not been found.
A lull—that is us…holding. Face in hands—
holding
till we can’t see straight—
only spinning,
nothing but feedback.
Then everything stops except a
static noise whistling.
It all unravels.
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In the beginning it was a surprise. It taught me how to write backwards. From the bottom to the top. I suppose because I could see the end of the story before the beginning. It has always made more sense to me to go from last to first--
Backwards story the pushing to used am I.
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That night--music spinning,
I saw that this person was a whole new way
of seeing the earth and how
words could work and how
a life could be lived.
It was strange to see this now—this going backwards.
All I can say is something in me that understood time and love
and the proper way to tell a story
became undone.
and yet the strange new way to tell a story is beautiful, and though not recognizable, quite respectable.
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i needed to read this stuff tonight. sometimes i can't feel the End of the Story pushing up into the Right Now, and that's when i get scared and start to worry. maybe Right Now isn't tied to anything else, isn't tethered to something future, something real. maybe we're just riding the whiplash end of a fire hose, twisting into time.
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