Monday, March 14, 2011


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.

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