the feeling of time held still

[ the feeling of time held still ]

a work of silence
we move through this lonely evening

the sky
moves rapidly               day to night

as though death         (how presence

shifts) is a serious picture. the unstable
human hand against the frozen certainties
of stone

                      light gleams edges

changing the bell-shaped end of

glass, expecting light           re)fracts
the sound after
wing-to-wing
                         the illusion is of merely
pause
           in activity or weather. dark
                             skies, dead horizon

us into great       spaces       at sunset
what it is to move beyond               the
                    mid-life hour
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