The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

October 26, 2012

my look in the curtains of the nite

my look in the curtains of the nite looks back,
nothing is left; even behind my back.
the light looks towards me, i am in the way,
everything is lit behind my back.

there's a sea to the left held in the frame
above my head, where i can't look back.
there's a curtain minding me, behind my back,
closing in, some day it takes me back.

there are billows behind me, just below my back,
where the gist of dreams slurry from the frame.
in despair i search, the sea on the way back
is lit by failing light already turning back.

nothing backs the way, nothing frames the back,
the way back frames the sea, the faces, the way.

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