EVENING IN TIME-LAPSE

Life came to him in vague discoloration

& as a bit cutting into stone, the

words are etched, in his mind the faint-resonances

of a time perhaps in some sense gone

& yet to establish themselves in an 

Awakening of the past, a distillation

of the places he had dragged himself from

& the sheer pain of incisive-loss, in

grey moments of spiritualized-nihilism

The campus in deep-autumns hid from

those selves reluctant to emerge

& time driven in, like an adamantium-bit, the singe

lingering in a moment past, & the

momentum that breeds in us a
new disillusion, elliptic petals drift from         

the mind’s vague-awareness, as if
to foretell of what we had least sur-

mised, the vines winding through stairwells

That lift from a fulcrum of sand, capt-

ured in a prism's refraction, the

night opens into unexpected rains    

flashing in time-lapse, & yet the tortures seem  

to lie dormant, as if waiting for

she who will speak of our unease