along the rocky shore
blew tossing wave and
goddess hair against
this wandering body
today in shimmering
vision i caught a glimpse of
old things
still green in memory's
golden eye
there across the chasmed
darkness: vision flew.
a passerby
consumed by present things
stumbled by the path
"turn your face" i yelled
but on they plodded
undisturbed in
electromagnet sphere
and i, i watched the phantom
fade away
how old i must be
to view this with
incredulity
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