From an unfinished project I’m reviving.
Text portion:
even when I can see
there’s nothing
I can do
nothing
I can do
nothing
throat captured
years kept
in chest
shoulders tense
past screaming
trains I open
my mouth listen
to them moving
through
listen
to them
dark
then
[light implied]
all held
all held
in one shifted
by being
by being
in time everything is
being
in time
being
in time
lost I
look up
strangeness of time
strangeness of time
away clings lingering
perfume of otherness
outside the world
twirls from thing string
then nothing
nothing