In sick today; I watched Ingmar Bergman's Persona.
Blur must recede--then sharpness
remains our faces cataclysmic.
You see in me a stalwart river's end:
in you I see the dam breaking open.
We're both sick with all this water
at last of its purifying rites and docile
only when laid on shards of glass.
Lay us down, sky, your giant cowl--
your mad burrowing clouds
break us open with their softness.
