Wednesday, November 15, 2023


Whenever I think 
back on all the 
totems I have worshiped—

the uncanny 
animals, precious 
found objects, 

and solid, vivid gods,
now gone translucent 
black and white

and sorted flat 
in stacks inside
the book of memory—

I do not lament 
the present 
loss of their quintessence, 

but rather—feel emboldened 
by the foolishness 
of hope, 

for their domicile there 
has made it 
too clear 

that it may still be 
possible, even under 
such attack, 

for a substance 
or a presence which is faded 
or invisible 

to live on in 
consciousness, disguised 
as its own lack.