from "AFTERIMAGE"
63
dead or alive the same
trace elements
linger at the periphery
the plot thickens but nothing
gets any clearer
except maybe the blind spot
to each point of view
the hollow awareness
of what will never come together
in this or any other lifetime
unless what will never come
is already here
and what has already come
is permanently withheld
72
the crumbling inner world
of the outsider
intermittent weightlessness
hands on floating strings
the bullet that skewers
a million sentiments
nothing is a sufficient cause
everyone is
someone else's
idea of themselves
85
or is this the sentence
I can't slip out of
dreaming or waking
living or dying
have no limits
the opposites wear masks
what is beyond them
is between them
what we are waiting for
has already arrived
but its not
what we expected