tion. The power inside under.
Gone the grey substitutes
or something in between.
Declaring something doesn't make it so.
The hypnoid state might pass
behind sleep's frontiers
to escape the real stupor.
Some circumstance or other.
But this is where the formal beauty
lies. Some circumstance or other.
Whereas the rain stops and the sun
reappears, the cold bitten afternoon
remains. In declension. Of less value
then? What gets left crowded with resemblance
drills to the center. Too fast to be
guided by a state of something that
matters. Now the truisms begin,
duplicitous by nature.