masks
the image is reattached to its meaning, but not wholly, with a certain blank field between itself and its expression. the blank field is that of jointure, the act of jointure and the exhaustion of its delay.
hence meaning fires into blankness, and the image, tethered rather tenuously, seems to float
like the wild head of a poppy on its spiderlike stem.
the image
floats
on blankness
lifeless, unviable
as a mask tethered to a face.
if the sky
that we look upon
should crumble and fall
or the mountains
tumble
to the sea
no i won't
i won't cry
no i won't
shed a tear
just as long
as you stand
stand by me
stand by me
stand by me
stand by me
stand by me