“Our awareness leaves us defenseless”
–H.D. The Walls do not Fall, 27
Like an assassin’s garrote,
A grape vine swirls around
The surrounding trees;
It pulls itself toward light,
Tangling through the clotted
Branches, among the shadow.
At dusk, the edge
Of the earth’s present;
Unlike the dawn,
Where it’s disguised
In a radiant light.
To be aware is to vanish.
Totality’s moment
Slips past unnoticed.
(January 26, 2018)
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