6/23/17

Let this spectacle reveal to you
your untold depths.
Unfolding, breath by labored breath,
fanning out across this span
of crumbling marble and dry foliage.
It speaks in a language
you can’t rightly decipher,
but which seeps into your bones
and cools them, overtakes your bones
and rules them. This heap of broken images…
Are they really all that broken?
Perhaps they can be repurposed, reassembled.
Perhaps their apparent brokenness
is due simply to an insufficiency in seeing.
Perhaps they aren’t images at all,
but music, rich and flowing.
A new age of consequence is dawning,
laying thick ropes of light across this span
of crumbling marble and dry foliage,
and in that light, your flesh
goes gray, numb and unwieldy.
Something too heavy to move.

-r. miller

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