a black and white
photograph, the face
in focus, the background
not. The background,
a bleak land rolling
away, disappearing
as horizon
and sky disappear,
as ocean disappears.
Yet I don't now
remember the face.
I remember that which
was behind it,
which is rolling
away behind
all of us, a stark
and tearing darkness
which takes us,
which has taken us,
which will have
taken us again.
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