For decades now I have been
reading toward certain books:
I glean traces over time,
strains of thought’s swirls
along different writer’s trails,
mirages of edge’s beginnings;
until a permeable membrane
coalesces with sufficient integrity
to gather enough subjectivity
in order to discern the two or three
shades between black and black
to form a rift through which to cross.
(January 25, 2014)
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