Tracks and Images

Over the calm,

like an arctic fox.

Suddenly aware,

one could create everything.

Our train began to move,

in memory-somewhere else.

The green touched with grey,

pressing our faces on the cold glass of things past.

Children of wind and shadow,

we are older now

few words

something is beginning in our ending.

The train began to move.

-Joshua Fleming Remixed from various lines of; A Book Of Luminous Things, Czeslaw Milosz

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