NaPoWriMo Day 16 (a belated posting)

Self Portrait w/in a moving vehicle 

 

No reverie in which a small man faces into the stories

printed w/ hands about glass

If to say predict it would be a thousand years 

till the heavens washed away what others left 

If to say reverse a hand will be 

continuously placing backwards- a movement 

at regret 

say story a moving archive of what one is not–

ash, a child pleading for food, a circular 

rotation turning to oval, turning towards

a space not tethered through physics

 

 

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