I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.
—Ralph Ellsion
Fading
When all is past tense, and disassemble
Is what is left, going quietly seems
Not inappropriate, least objectionable.
One glance and it is apparent, fixtures
Well in place, dull with patina, epitaphs;
Books on the shelf well-ordered, dust
Long settled on bindings, little tombstones,
Little summits conquered; status: quo.
In a booth at a restaurant, killing time,
Waiting for coffee and check, thinking
Of Bigger Thomas for no particular reason,
Or, this particular reason: finding common
Ground with men who disappear, gauze
Unwrapped reveals crystal clear nothingness.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2019-01-22 at 07:24
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