Wednesday, September 27, 2017

INCORRUPTIBLE ACTUALITY

These measly fractions of
of our lives—
the crumbs
we horde, shivering

and the theoretical
models of its atoms
which we each
have to sketch

in order
to believe in
and remember—

they're such a small
part of it;
it's like we're all

staring—long and hard
at the world's
most precise

and sincere
and dazzlingly
beautiful mural,

one-eyed,
through a skinny
corroded length of pipe,

to witness
one simple,
unsentimental
tile at a time.

This big picture—
if we could see it
mounted there,

against
the far wall
made of pure
white lightspeed—is titled:

The Future is Only the Past Remembered

and the docent's little inscription
beside it
probably reads
something like:

The idea here—was never 
to win the war.
It was always, only, and ever 
to stop it.

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