[1] Tracing

A boy's lithe body spears the muddy stream, brown dissolving into brown.

The setting rays have traced this image over the retinas just as I learnt in those years, among other things,

How to multiply coins by rubbing a pencil Over a piece of paper laid flat on their faces.

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[2] Talkies

Before today all the moving images were mimes, ventriloquists with eyes, noses, and mouths with missing tongues

Who spoke in the language of motion, who were players of the body's silence

And then this sudden speech. All at once. All of a sudden.

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[3] Self Prophesy

I want the walls of my heart to turn green today,

As dark a green as the forest's shadow falling into the lake

For tomorrow I will find myself in a desert that will have no ending.

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What does one do when the heart is sick, the eyes tired, the brain dead to work, the body tired, yet sleep distant? Listen to this music, look at photos in this book, and attempt to scribble mild pain out of the bones.