“even forgetting has its shape in the permanent reality of change”
–Rainer Marie Rilke
I look through a space
back into a space
fixed and transcendent
less of me than more
more of me than less
a jar without a lid
without a hill without
like slow marbles
inside a glass ball
slipping on ice
an expansion away
from either or
from outside to in
from me to some other
(November 14, 2014)
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