Friday, August 12, 2011

Suppose it were Friday vii: the waiting room of daylight





  In the waiting room of daylight
  there are alarming reports
  of the imagination.





You can't hear them, but they're infamous and they are true. Everyone's his own armourer, buckling a cuirass he would see dismantled;







  
  Discovering, unfurling something 
  else.










ii, v  Bolshoi youth
         Benjamin A. Huseby, photography
         




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