Friday, August 12, 2011

dialectic of the day

what can be put in the page
can be put in the years
and days of my decline
from grace, from the power
always shimmering before our eyes
like an oasis - a mirage
there is nothing to put in the page
except for what's suffered in the day
and years are an accumulation
of small defiances
against the quick day
if there is only decline
there is no decline
i am wrong
to fight my decline, my time
this delicious friction
is just another wave of desert heat
appearing in the page