Go back

But, again, by that I mean something more lone

Here is a volume of lore, palimpsest, gentle opacity

No one, after all, has flown, but has reverted back

from the bounce of the trampoline

I have seen you before           We were together once

Elasticity has history, and limited duration

It's opacity's frame that makes a life raft, a cushion

Below the frame, our legs dangle

That weightless clarity, it could be mistaken for flight,

a semblance of knowledge            But the bodies here are mine